I was born a god, the son of the Demon Lord.

Xu Nanyi took half a step forward when Lin Qingyue grabbed her by the collar.

"Don't move! Let's see what he's going to do."

Xu Nanyi forcibly pulled back the half-step, gritted her teeth, and stared at the two golden cages.

Wu Qiyue sat in the left-hand seat, hugging her knees, her head hanging down, her hair covering most of her face.

Shi Ming was on the right, leaning against the cage wall, his eyes closed.

The second prince reached out and unlocked the golden cage on the left, pinched Wu Qiyue's cheek, and lifted her head up.

"Nine Netherworld Realm, Witch Clan."

When he said those two words, his tone rose, carrying genuine joy.

"Your witch clan spends most of your lives outside the Netherworld, and it's rare to see even one in a hundred years. Your secret techniques are passed down through bloodline memories, and outsiders simply cannot learn them."

His thumb gently rubbed against Wu Qiyue's face, his gaze shifting to the dark purple flower in the center of the hall. "So I was wondering... if I fed you to it, would it absorb your bloodline memories along with it?"

Tianxing stood diagonally behind Xu Nanyi, the veins on the back of his hand faintly visible.

endure.

The Second Prince grabbed Wu Qiyue by the collar, as if she were a kitten, and turned to walk toward the center of the hall.

The fourth step was just lifted up—

"Whoosh—"

A streak of silvery-white light pierced the air from the side, carrying a biting chill, and swept past the Second Prince's face.

A strand of hair was cut off at the root and floated up.

Then, with a "pop," it froze, solidifying in mid-air into a thin, transparent column. It hovered for two seconds before falling to the ground and shattering into a pile of ice shards.

Qian Shuang's spear shaft was firmly embedded in the stem of the dark purple flower.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!!"

The Flower King's screams pierced the entire hall, sending chills down everyone's spines.

The second prince, still in a daze, touched the side of his face, looked down at the broken icicle on the ground, and his expression gradually turned ugly.

The deception technique could no longer hold, and three figures emerged from the shadows.

Lin Qingyue walked in front, and with a flick of her wrist, Qian Shuang was pulled from the flower stem and returned to her palm, the tip of the spear still covered with a little purplish-black sap.

Tianxing clapped his hands, spun the compass between his fingers, and glanced at the Second Prince's face.

"Your grandpa! Uh yeah, no, wait—"

He spoke seriously, his tone a mixture of disdain and sarcasm, each word clear: "To have such an unfilial descendant who would kill his father is truly a terrible sin."

"Taiyuan Holy Land—" The Second Prince narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, I'll take yours." Tianxing didn't bother with any more nonsense. The compass started spinning wildly in his palm, the golden needle moved rapidly, and the surrounding airflow formed a small vortex.

"Heavenly Stem - Fire!"

A hole was blown open in the roof of the palace.

The fire from the heavens shot straight down from that opening, a dense shower of meteors, each one striking the load-bearing points of the main hall's structure. The hall walls trembled, the spirit-suppressing rock cracked, and the dark aura of the demonic realm seeped in from outside.

The second prince drew his natal sword. As soon as the sword light appeared, his aura rose, and deep purple demonic energy enveloped the blade, pressing down on Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue sidestepped, her spear blocking the attack. The ice beneath her feet began to spread, freezing the ground within a two-zhang radius into a mirror-like surface, so smooth it reflected her image.

The two fought so fast they were like two beams of light bouncing back and forth.

The sword was drawn, the spear blocked; the sword went astray, the spear shaft struck back; the Second Prince jumped back, Lin Qingyue pressed close, her feet silently treading on the ice; Qian Shuang thrust out three spears, all aimed at his vital points.

The first two shots were blocked.

The third shot came at an angle, and the Second Prince dodged to the side, exposing the hand that was grabbing Wu Qiyue's collar. Lin Qingyue swung the spear shaft horizontally and struck his wrist squarely.

The second prince, in pain, loosened his grip.

Wu Qiyue flew away.

Xu Nanyi rushed forward, stretched out her arms, and caught the child securely in her arms in a princess carry. The impact caused her to slide back two steps, her heel scraping against a pebble before she regained her balance.

The moment Wu Qiyue was caught, her eyelids twitched, but she didn't open them.

"She's still breathing." Xu Nanyi glanced down, her domain silently unfolding, a flash of light sending her inside.

He turned and ran to the golden cage on the right, took a hairpin, poked open the cage lock, pulled Shi Ming out of the cage, and also put him into his domain.

Both of them were present.

Xu Nanyi clapped her hands and turned around...

Inside the main hall, the frost had spread far and wide, covering the surface of the hall with a layer of glistening ice, and even the base of the pillars was covered with a ring of white frost.

Lin Qingyue pulled her right arm back, and the handle of Qian Shuang's spear slammed heavily to the ground.

"Iron Horses Across Icy Rivers!"

The ground exploded, and an ice spike that stretched across the entire hall burst forth from the earth, rushing straight toward the Second Prince with an overwhelming momentum.

The second prince retreated hastily, his back slamming into the flowerpot with a loud thud.

He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, and steadied himself, his eyes catching sight of the dark purple flower.

The people of Taiyuan Holy Land have a secret method that makes fighting opponents of higher levels as easy as drinking water or eating. There's no benefit in dragging it out; there's only one way.

He reached out, broke off a petal from the king of flowers, and popped it into his mouth.

The Kao flower emitted a low hiss.

The second prince chewed twice and swallowed directly. The power burned down from his throat and seeped into his bone marrow, as intense as a furnace of fire being poured into his blood vessels. His entire body pressure rose sharply within three seconds.

He threw his head back and laughed, his tone filled with genuine fervor: "So what if it's the Holy Land of Taiyuan! Today, once you step into this place, don't even think about—"

The laughter stopped there, and the second prince lowered his head.

Seven or eight thin red threads, without anyone noticing, quietly extended from the flower's branch and wrapped around his fingertips, wrists, and ankles, as if they had been waiting there all along.

He wanted to move, but he couldn't.

The head was pulled back by some invisible force, and the light-colored soul was pulled out inch by inch by those red threads.

"Indeed, what happened?!"

Gray mist billowed out from the direction of the flower king, and the dark purple flower trembled gently in the mist, making extremely subtle, contented sounds, as if it were chewing happily.

"Hahaha"