Qiao Yu's eyes were cold: "Your Highness, in private, you are a son; in public, a minister! Even as the Crown Prince, the National Governance Hall cannot tolerate your insolence!"
In an instant, Ying Xiu was subdued, yet the seventy-six Tribulation Realm cultivators from the Wandao Immortal Alliance who accompanied him had no intention of intervening.
First, Qiao Yu acted so swiftly that even they, being Tribulation Realm cultivators, were unable to react to the Yin King's move.
Second, they were not worried at all. The Heroic Spirit vassals of Central Netherworld would not harm Central Netherworld's only potential heir to the throne.
Ying Xiu stared fixedly at the finger in front of him, exuding an aura of terrifying power.
His eyes drooped slightly, unusually calm: "Does the Yin King firmly believe that I intend to assassinate the King and rebel?"
"Your actions, Your Highness, inevitably arouse suspicion!"
