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Chapter 1908: No need for a prince

"Just like this." He slowly raised his hand, tapped Old Man Song's forehead, and an invisible energy suddenly struck, like a thick golden needle, piercing the middle of the old man's eyebrows.

"impossible……"

"What, he actually killed a master-level master so easily!" Outside Prince Wei's palace, both the masters of transformation and master-level masters had shocked expressions on their faces.

Everyone just saw Yang Ming raise his hand with his fingertips, and then all the people behind the meeting hall of the Prince's Mansion fell to the ground.

This kind of fairy-like and Buddha-like state is far lower than everyone's imagination.

"How can there be such a mysterious realm in this world?" The great masters who have practiced hard for decades and have not been able to enter the realm of innate Gangqi, their lifelong belief seems to have collapsed.

They never thought that in this world, someone could take the lives of dozens of people just by raising their hand.

With such power in his body, who can stop him today? If he wants all people to live, all people will live, and if he wants God to die, all people will die.

From now on, I'm afraid the world will center on Yang Ming.

"As a Grandmaster, there is a realm of innate Gang Qi, so there is another realm above the realm of Innate Gang Qi. We have become Grandmasters in vain. We have practiced for decades and have never even touched the realm of Innate Gang Qi."

Qingfeng Sword Master burst into tears, kneeling on the ground with both legs, facing Yang Ming and crying blankly.

He has practiced cultivation all his life to break through to lower and lower realms.

But in the past few decades, he has questioned himself countless times whether the road ahead is suitable for him.

If there is a way to go, why have they never touched that barrier in their decades of practice?

"Originally there is a way ahead, but our qualifications are too dull!" The Sword King of Nanhai held his head high, tears welling up in his eyes as to what he was thinking.

"Hey, from now on, I will sit there and die in the back mountain. If I don't realize the innate power, I will never come out of the world again!" In front of the prince's palace, one after another earth-shaking big characters received sighs.

They rushed to bow to Yang Ming and kowtow to him sincerely.

For them, the appearance of Yang Ming is nothing more than the arrival of gods in the world, claiming a path for them on the path of cultivation.

No one knows how this path should be taken.

However, they believe that if they practice on this road all the time, they will eventually find a glimmer of dawn in the evil.

"Let's go, let's go. From now on, the prince's palace will be disillusioned. There is no more prince in the world, and there is no more... old man who left the world!"

The white-haired grandmaster was so powerful that he became a famous knight in the world a hundred years later. However, when he was at his peak, he suddenly disappeared, only to reappear in the martial arts world decades later.

Since then, there has been an old man who left the world in the martial arts world.

Such a great master-level figure, in the hands of Yang Ming, could not even stand for a single sleep.

I was forced to say that this was his sadness.

Yang Ming clapped his hands and scanned the Prince Su's Mansion lightly. After confirming that nothing had slipped through the net, he stepped forward and left the Prince Su's Mansion.

"Master Yang, Master Yang!" As soon as Yang Ming walked out of the Prince's Mansion, a thunderous sound was suddenly heard around him.
Chapter completed!
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