My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 97 2rd Choice

As His Royal Highness the Crown Prince finished speaking, the old man behind him disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was less than ten feet away from Fan Er.

Just as the old man showed a smug smile, a strong sword intent suddenly came like raindrops falling from the sky, making everyone in the field turn pale.

As for the old man who was closest to the center of the sword intent, his pupils suddenly contracted and his hair stood on end, as if he was struck by lightning and could not move forward an inch.

Then the man disappeared without a trace, and after he threw a punch, the old man flew away like a sandbag. The blood gushing from his mouth showed that his luck must have dissipated.

Then there was a breeze, and a willow leaf mixed with a hint of sword intent appeared about three inches away from the throat of the Prince of Donghai Kingdom.

In an instant, several old men whose cultivation levels were unknown in the field all looked horrified, and the atmosphere was extremely tense as spiritual energy surged.

The prince's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his brows were furrowed, and his expression changed in a trance.

But Fan Er still caught the faint and imperceptible abnormality. But it didn't matter. What mattered was what the prince in front of him would do next.

"Can you make a good choice now?"

Fan Er's voice was not loud, but it was extremely powerful, and the power of heaven and earth accompanied him every time he moved his feet, as if the world inside this vermilion gate was in his hands.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was extremely calm, as if nothing that had happened had surprised him at all.

So the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Why, are the people in your town so rude? I am the prince of the East Sea Kingdom, do you really dare to kill me?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Put aside your little thoughts, I just ask you which one you choose?"

The prince looked a little confused when he heard this. Looking at the man's disdainful expression, his brows slightly frowned.

He put away his previous viciousness, and once again showed his gentle and gentlemanly side, and said softly:

"I choose the second one, but I don't know how many people will die?"

The man looked at the guards and monks in the yard and answered slowly:

"A lot, like them."

As the man finished speaking, a shadowy fist slammed an old man into the stone wall. The old man didn't even have a chance to scream before he died.

Afterwards, there were several more roars. The not-so-tall stone wall was already covered with cracks like a spider web, with faint red dots sprinkled on it, adding a strange beauty.

It took only three breaths for this man to attack and stop, and in these short three breaths, the only people standing in the courtyard were the prince and the old man behind him.

"Although I haven't read many books on sages and I don't like to reason with others, I am still very good at killing people."

The old man behind the prince's legs trembled slightly, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and whispered in the prince's ear with a frightened look:

"This man is invincible! He is a great saint just like Baimeichanggong."

The prince's expression became a little serious when he heard this, and he bowed to Fan Er.

"Are you the Lord of the Town Spirits?"

Fan Er shook his head: "I am just an ordinary person, Your Highness, please don't guess. Besides, I don't like being calculated by others. If it happens again, I can't guarantee that you, the Crown Prince of Donghai, can still survive."

The prince bowed slightly, looking embarrassed.

"Senior is indeed extraordinary. I apologize for my previous rudeness. The previous offense was not my intention. I don't want to use you to kill my followers. I really have no choice. My father is too tight, and my sixth brother is also a crouching tiger who has been eyeing the position of the East Palace. Now I really understand what it means to be alone. Even the person next to me may have been bought by others."

The man surnamed Fan still had the same expression, but in an instant he was already three feet in front of the prince, with the sword intent all over his body approaching, causing the prince to tremble continuously.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

The old man with the cane exclaimed when he saw this, and his spiritual power flashed all over his body, and he instantly stood in front of the prince.

When Fan Er saw this, his eyes turned cold.

"Since you saved my son's life, I won't kill you."

The old man was sweating profusely, struggling to resist the sword force that was as heavy as a mountain.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Saint. My prince has absolutely no ill intentions. I know who the person who attacked me is. As long as Your Excellency the Saint does not embarrass my prince, I will tell the truth!"

The old man looked extremely determined, as if he had made a strong decision.

Fan Er asked the old man in front of him, "Who is the one who attacked? I won't make things difficult for the prince. Also, next time before you plot against others, think about whether you can bear the consequences. If you hadn't saved my son's life today, the prince of Donghai might be dead today."

The old man nodded and was about to speak when the prince suddenly interrupted him.

"Old Du, I am willing to bear your wrath!"

The old man hurriedly shouted, "Your Highness, don't do that! This is a trap set for you by others. You must not bear the stigma of being narrow-minded and selfish!"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was about to say something, but the old man named Du Lao gave a bitter smile.

"I know what your Highness is worried about. It's nothing more than angering that person and being retaliated against. The worst case scenario is death. Compared to your Highness's big event, my life is really nothing."

Then the old man bowed to the man and said, "Your Excellency Saint, the person who attacked is a shadow guard from the Northern Army, and the person behind it is the Third Prince Zheng Ying. Now the Crown Prince and the Sixth Prince are both in the town, and that person wants to use this to frame the Crown Prince. By then, the Crown Prince will certainly push the matter onto the Sixth Prince to save his life. If we can get rid of one person, it would be the best. Even if we can't get rid of him, it won't affect us. If I hadn't seen that person taking poison, I wouldn't have guessed that he was from the Northern Army."

Fan Er frowned slightly: "Third Prince? You Zheng royal family are really brave! If this is true, I will definitely fly three thousand miles with my sword!"

After saying this, he turned and left. At this moment, the sword intent also dissipated like a flood, making the master and servant feel much more relaxed physically and mentally.

"This... Mr. Baimei should be defeated, right?"

The prince narrowed his eyes and murmured.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head slightly: "This man's sword intent has the power of origin. I'm afraid that even the White Eyebrow Factory Master would not dare to touch his edge."

The prince also smiled bitterly and bowed to the old man with the cane: "I'm sorry for causing trouble for you today."

The old man waved his hand quickly and said, "Your Highness, this is my duty."

The prince shook his head and still bowed.

Then he looked at the dead bodies all over the yard and smiled.

"Old Du, do you think among these people, besides the people of the emperor and the third brother, are there any people of the sixth brother?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Your Highness can rest assured. According to the Sixth Prince's habits, he would definitely not bother to do such a thing."

The prince nodded, looked towards the distant sky and said, "Yes, he is aloof and aloof. Perhaps in his eyes, I am really an unambitious and short-sighted elder brother."