"Ah, three years?" The First Prince was dumbfounded, "Old Ancestor, isn't this a bit too rushed?"
"If in three years you do not succeed, I will strip you of your Prince title." The Red Hell Demon Emperor was furious, "I don't want a Prince who isn't even as good as Wang Fugui."
"Yes, Old Ancestor!"
The First Prince was startled and hurriedly accepted the command.
After scolding the First Prince, the Red Hell Demon Emperor turned his gaze towards the Second Prince, Shentu Kaixuan, with an increasingly brutal look: "And you? I've tasked you with the development of new battle armor, why is there still no progress?"
"Reporting to Old Ancestor, it is all my fault. I am willing to deliver results in ten years." The Second Prince, Shentu Kaixuan, faced the murderous gaze of his Old Ancestor, his forehead was full of sweat, the pressure was immense.
He was clever, hastily making a military pledge.
