Chapter 1116: Again and Again

"Someone! Save me! Stop him!"

In the corridor, the Ninth Prince fled in panic. The guards along the way had already received orders and seemed to be deaf to his call for help. They stepped back expressionlessly and looked at the Ninth Prince's anxiety and resentment indifferently.

The Ninth Prince's teeth were almost broken. He wanted to scold the King of Zhenxi, but he didn't dare. The King of Zhenxi had chosen to indulge him. If he made another rude remark and angered the other party to intervene, he would have no chance of survival today.

Fortunately, the fat man had amazing combat power, but his speed was not very fast. He took advantage of the maze-like corridors of the palace to go around in circles. Li Chuyi was unable to catch up with him for a while, which made the Ninth Prince feel a little relieved.

But not long after he felt relieved, he almost vomited blood after accidentally looking back. The fat man was following behind him like a leisurely stroll. There was no intention of not catching up. The bastard was simply playing tricks on him!

Anger and panic had already made the Ninth Prince's mind a mess. At this moment, he couldn't figure out what the fat man was up to. He was so slow to understand something that he could understand quickly. Was it a deliberate humiliation or something else?

The Ninth Prince didn't know. He only knew that he had to run away with all his might.

As long as he could escape to the banquet garden, his life would be saved. A small number of young talents from the imperial capital had come. With so many people present, he didn't believe that Li Chuyi would still have no scruples. At that time, the King of Zhenxi would have to help him to avoid gossip.

Finally, the voices gradually rose, and the banquet garden was in front of him. The shadows of the buildings were faintly visible through the branches and leaves. The Ninth Prince's eyes lit up and he ran towards the garden at an accelerated speed.

But at this time, a strong wind sounded behind him, and a foot kicked him heavily on the buttocks.

With a cry of pain, the Ninth Prince flew over the flowers and grass like a kite with a broken string, breaking countless branches and leaves before rolling down into the garden with his body covered in green. The lively garden suddenly became silent, and everyone looked over with astonishment.

"Ninth...Ninth Prince?"

The guests were even more surprised when they saw who was coming. Before they could figure out why the Ninth Prince appeared in such a "unique" way, Li Chuyi also descended from the sky with a sword in his hand, with the sound of his clothes rustling.

"Come here, protect me, he wants to kill me!!"

The Ninth Prince, who got up and had no time to pat the dirt, quickly retreated into the crowd, pointing at Li Chuyi and shouting for help.

Several young men who were familiar with him frowned immediately, and when they were about to call their men over, they were gently pulled by their companions next to them.

"Look carefully, that's the eldest prince!"

After a close look, no one dared to move. Although few people had seen him in person, their portrait of Li Chuyi had long been memorized in their minds. Especially those who had met at the door reacted the fastest at this time. With a glance, Li Chuyi and the Ninth Prince immediately guessed everything in their hearts. They hurriedly whispered to their old friends, and spread the message to ten people, ten people, and a hundred people. No one in the field spoke, but the spiritual fluctuations of the message filled the surroundings.

"Not running away?"

Holding the sword and tapping his thigh lightly, Li Chuyi sneered and walked slowly.

"What do you want to do! You dare to kill me?!"

The Ninth Prince, who was squeezed in the crowd, had some confidence and shouted with all his strength, so that everyone present could hear it clearly.

The guests were shocked when they heard the words, and looked at Li Chuyi in doubt, overturning all their previous guesses in their hearts.

The eldest prince was not humiliating, was he really going to kill people? !

Li Chuyi glanced at the Ninth Prince with sarcasm, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He glanced at the guests blocking him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Are you his accomplices?"

The guests around the Ninth Prince frowned immediately. The term "accomplice" was very strange, and the meaning inside was also very thought-provoking. They were not sure what hatred the two had. Could it be that it was not just a personal grudge of competing, but something else?

Looking at both sides, Zhao Jun, the sixth young master of the Zhao family, stepped forward, first clasped his fists and bowed his hands to make a great salute, and then looked up and looked at Li Chuyi respectfully.

"Zhao Jun, the sixth son of the Zhao family, pays homage to His Highness the First Prince. I wonder if Your Highness..."

"Are you his accomplice?"

He was interrupted before he finished speaking. Looking at Li Chuyi's dark eyes, Zhao Jun's heart sank. He wanted to say no and retreat, but his personal relationship with the Ninth Prince made him not move his feet cruelly.

Take a breath, Zhao Jun gritted his teeth and bowed again, saying: "Your Highness, you..."

"Yes, or no."

Interrupted again, Li Chuyi looked at him indifferently, with a faint cold light in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Brother Zhao, it's better to withdraw for the time being. I think the signs are not right!" A good friend of Zhao Jun sent a message to persuade him.

Another good friend also sent a message, worriedly saying: "I think the signs are not right either. I heard that this eldest prince is a madman. He is reckless and bloodthirsty because of his strong background! He overturned the family recognition banquet specially organized by the Mu family a few days ago. I think today's banquet is about the same. Brother Zhao should withdraw for the time being to avoid getting burned!"

There were several more messages like this, and Zhao Jun was very hesitant, but at this time, the message of the ninth prince also came secretly.

"Brother Zhao, as long as you help me stop this madman today, you will be my life and death friend in the future! I will ask the Xu family for the two storefronts in the south of the city for you, what do you think?"

Zhao Jun's eyes lit up and he immediately made a decision in his heart.

The two storefronts in the south of the city are worth tens of millions, and the Zhao family has been eyeing them for a long time, but unfortunately the Xu family has been unwilling to let go. With the Nalan family as the backing, the Zhao family dare not go too far and can only continue to discuss with a conciliatory policy.

If he could get those two stores for the Zhao family, his weight in the heart of the patriarch would surely increase greatly. Compared with the first impression of the eldest prince, the ninth prince's Xu Li would undoubtedly make him more excited.

Moreover, helping the ninth prince did not mean offending the eldest prince. Zhao Jun was confident that he had good eloquence and it should not be a problem for him to be a peacemaker in the play. If he could resolve this conflict, the ninth prince would undoubtedly be grateful to him, and the eldest prince might not be unfavorable to him. As long as the method was appropriate, he might be able to benefit both sides in this chaos.

Thinking of this, he quietly sent a message to the ninth prince to express his agreement, and then bowed again and said respectfully: "Your Highness, as the saying goes..."

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is often cruel. If it were an ordinary person, his idea might not fail, but unfortunately he happened to meet Li Chuyi, who was not very normal.

Since childhood, the little fat boy has kept in mind the Taoist's wise saying "once, twice, but not three times". He has patiently asked twice, but Zhao Jun answered irrelevantly and talked about other things twice. Now he dared to tell him something about "common sayings". Is he trying to teach him a lesson?

No one saw how he moved. When he saw it clearly again, Li Chuyi had moved in front of Zhao Jun, and the sixth young master of the Zhao family in front of him had dull eyes. After a moment, a straight blood line extended from the top of his head to his crotch. The body was split into two halves by the breeze.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The unique shrill cry of the Yuanshen suddenly sounded, and Zhao Jun's Yuanshen escaped from Dantian dangerously, screaming and retreating to the back.

But before he retreated a few inches, Li Chuyi, who was prepared, raised his hand and stretched out a handful of it, grabbed it in his hand, raised it in front of his eyes and squeezed it hard, and the Yuanshen screamed even more inhumanly.

"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me!"

Without time to regret, Zhao Jun could only beg for mercy. He never expected that the other party would be so straightforward, and would attack without even saying hello. How could his small soul resist the other party? Thanks to his instinctive reaction, his soul avoided the sword at the critical moment, but he still couldn't escape the other party's clutches after escaping.

Zhao Jun's screams echoed around, and everyone who heard it changed color, especially those who were close to Li Chuyi, who retreated again and again, and the people around the ninth prince also dispersed in horror.

"You actually killed him? He has no grudges against you, how could you be so cruel? Do you know who he is? He is the sixth son of the Zhao family, one of the rising stars of the Zhao family. Li Chuyi, you are too much!"

While scolding with harsh words, Yuwen Xuanyi was ecstatic in his heart.

Zhao Jun's fate was within his expectations. He did it on purpose, in order to tie those who were friendly with Zhao Jun to his car, and then use this to attract everyone to the same hatred and make Li Chuyi fall into public anger, and he could escape from the predicament.

Yuwen Xuanyi was undoubtedly smart, but unfortunately he overestimated his importance and underestimated Li Chuyi's fierce power.

The young ladies and young masters in the imperial capital were naturally good at cultivation, with sufficient spiritual stones and spiritual medicines, and it was quite common for them to be brave and fierce on weekdays. But the imperial capital had laws after all, and they also had a tacit understanding. On weekdays, they were all golden branches and jade leaves and were protected by others in every way. Naturally, they were very measured in fighting, and rarely hurt their lives. Therefore, there were many brave and fierce people, but not many who had really seen blood.

Therefore, Li Chuyi's sword really scared many people. Watching a living person being cut in half before their eyes, this visual impact was far more intense than their petty fights that only broke their skin and bruised their skin. Several rich daughters immediately turned pale and covered their mouths and leaned over to vomit. The man did not vomit, but his face was also ugly.

Li Chuyi was speechless, thinking that these people were really spoiled. It was just a death, but they were scared like this. On weekdays, they must be killed by their subordinates, and they hid at the back to show off their power.

Are these people worthy of calling themselves cultivators?

Really fucking!

He wanted to establish his authority, but the expressions of the people around him who looked like they had seen a ghost made him feel sick. In addition, Zhao Jun's soul was begging for mercy in his hand, which made him feel even more bored. He raised his hand and slapped the soul a few times to shut it up, and then threw it away.

"Get out of here, don't get in the way!"

"Yes, yes! I'll get out of here right now! Thank you for not killing me!"

Zhao Jun was like being pardoned, and wanted to say a few more words of thanks, but the fat man looked at him coldly and he immediately stopped talking, turned around and rushed out of the palace.

His body was damaged, and only his soul was left, so he didn't dare to stay outside for too long.

Shaking off the non-existent blood on the sword, Li Chuyi looked up at the Ninth Prince and smiled evilly.

"Baby, it's your turn, you must be anxious waiting, right?"