Zhao Chu never thought that there would be such tenderness in the cold Leaf Ghost Clan.

No wonder the Eleventh Prince was so moved.

He was originally the weakest prince, the most inconspicuous, and the least favored by others.

No matter how much he sacrifices, he still doesn't believe in himself.

At this time, three members of the same race suddenly appear, and they support you with their lives.

This is definitely a timely help and the most heart-warming gift on a cold day.

As for the dog-licking tribe, the Eleventh Prince simply ignored it.

In the eyes of the resolute race of the cultivators, the dog-licking tribe generally cannot make up the numbers.

"Hey, is this the legendary licking dog?"

"Sure enough, he has a miserable look that he will never be able to lick."

"Lick the dog, lick the dog, lick it until the end, and there will be nothing left."

"Poor race."

Zhao Chu looked at the Seventh Prince's camp and saw a group of licking dogs there. They were kneeling on the ground and licking the wolf-headed man crazily.

Maybe it was because the seventh prince's appearance was so shocking that these licking dogs licked even more vigorously.

Maybe, after licking the wolf-headed tribe, these licking dogs thought that they could also integrate into the wolf-headed tribe.

As everyone knows, the reason why the wolf-headed tribe is awe-inspiring is not because of their bottomless licking.

But strong, cruel, and united!

Dog lickers.

A race that has endured abject status in its destiny cannot be saved.

"Eleventh Prince, take care!"

One of the cultivators cupped his fists and bowed.

"Eleventh Prince, I wish you success!"

Another cultivator also said sincerely.

They sincerely hope that the Eleventh Prince will succeed. Although the hope is slim, it is still a beautiful vision.

If the Eleventh Prince succeeds, the three of them, no, the four of them, will be the strongest officials in the history of the Ye Gui Clan.

With such overwhelming soul power, even if the host cannot evolve on its own, their strength will rise to the level of the second prince.

Even that dog-licking clan might reach the strength of the third prince.

This is a very scary thing.

"Haha, it's so funny!"

"A commoner who is not as good as a prince is still trying to win the throne!"

"You cultivators have the same fate as the dog-licking tribe!"

The eleventh prince was still moved, but an annoying voice came from the side.

They are the Sword Immortal Clan.

This arrogant race did not respect the Eleventh Prince at all. They were sarcastic and looked down upon.

Such a weak prince is a joke.

"Eleventh Prince, we all thought you didn't dare to come."

The other swordsman also smiled contemptuously.

"Shut up, the prince is a prince after all, you don't deserve to be insulted!"

A cultivator was furious.

"So what if it's an insult?"

"Kill me if you can!"

"I'm afraid the eleventh prince can't even defeat me, right? It's ridiculous to challenge the throne!"

The swordsman was not afraid at all.

His strength is at the level of a Heavenly Lord, so of course he cannot be afraid of the Eleventh Prince's level.

Then, there was another burst of laughter.

People from other camps also agreed. The arrogance of the Sword Immortal Clan was well-deserved, and even the prince dared to laugh at it.

You know, the prince really has the right to kill.

Of course, the eleventh prince is indeed too weak.

This should also be what the Sword Immortal Clan relies on.

…

"When I win the throne, I will kill the entire Sword Immortal Clan with blood!"

The eleventh prince looked at the swordsmen coldly, and then stepped into the central square with a cold face.

Zhao Chudu sighed.

He felt useless.

To be humiliated like this by a commoner is indeed a great shame and humiliation.

"Prince Eleven, we are waiting for you!"

"Hurry up and proclaim yourself emperor, we can't wait any longer!"

Sure enough, the threat of the Eleventh Prince was meaningless, and the Sword Immortal Clan was still laughing at him.

In fact, no matter which prince wins the throne, he will not really kill a race.

After all, the princes they followed are all dead, and they will be just civilians from now on, so there is no need to kill.

Especially for a powerful race like the Sword Immortal Clan, it is also useful in daily life.

Although there will be various kinds of suppression, but generally life can be saved.

Today, such behavior that completely offends a prince is rare.

The three cultivators gritted their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.

The eleventh prince was the last one to arrive. He endured countless mocking glances and slowly walked near the princes!

The tenth prince opened his eyes slightly and smiled calmly.

He didn't even bother to see the Eleventh Prince.

The other princes also had expressionless faces.

Everyone is relatively unfamiliar with the Eleventh Prince.

"Those people with swords on their backs are so annoying, I want to kill them!"

Little King Kong muttered.

In fact, Zhao Chu felt uncomfortable.

He also wanted to kill these ferocious-looking sword immortals.

Although his body was taken away by the eleventh prince, it was his own body that was humiliated by these sword immortals.

Besides, Zhao Chu always felt that these group of leaf ghosts had tarnished the Sword Immortal's status in his mind.

The Ye Gui Clan fully displayed the arrogance and arrogance of the Sword Immortal, but they did not have any compassion for the sword.

These people, wearing the skin of sword immortals, have already turned into demons with paranoia in their hearts.

Really damn.

Killing these leaf ghosts can also make these sword immortals transcend.

…

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Not long after, all the princes raised their heads.

The noisy crowd on the imperial stage also suddenly fell silent.

At this time, a dark passage appeared in the void.

"All come back!"

Ye Guihuang's voice spread across the heaven and earth, which was shocking.
To be continued...