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On the entire second floor, only Prince Fang Yu and Prince Joyce were left.

Prince Joyce looked at Fang Yu in front of him, his face pale and swallowed.

He wanted to remain calm, he wanted to maintain the majesty of a royal helm.

But in the end, fear overcame dignity.

Prince Joyce took two steps back and bent down.

"Fang Yu, I sincerely apologize to you, and I promise that I will not cause trouble for you again in the future." Prince Joyce said in a low voice.

"It's useless. I know very well that you guys are all in the surface and behind the scenes." Fang Yu smiled.

While speaking, he walked towards Prince Joyce.

"Fang Yu, don't bully people too much!"

Prince Joyce clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and stood up straight.

Fang Yu didn't speak and raised his fist.

Prince Joyce clenched his fists and a powerful aura burst out from his body!

The sacred power was radiating from him.

Joyce went to his eyes with dazzling blue light.

He stretched out his right hand and a long and thin sword condensed in his hand.

He held the thin sword tightly and slashed towards Fang Yu's neck!

"call out!"

The sharp sword blade slashed through the air, mixed with a sharp aura.

Fang Yu didn't hide, and raised his right hand.

"Click!"

The sword blade slashed Fang Yu's right arm, making a crisp sound.

But Fang Yu's arm did not even show any scratches.

Seeing this scene, Prince Joyce, who was already unsure, was even more panicked.

"Divine Thunder!"

Prince Joyce recited the secret and pushed his left hand forward.

"Crackle!"

Several huge rays of lightning were condensed in the air, and lightning and thunder were slashing towards Fang Yu.

Fang Yu still did not dodge, and the amazingly powerful thunder was still slammed on his body.

"Bang!"

Fang Yu took another step forward.

Every step he took made Prince Joyce’s mood chaotic!

What to do? What to do!?

Prince Joyce's forehead was covered with sweat, and his back was soaked.

He opened his right palm, the sword in his hand dissipated, and turned to condense a staff.

Joyce grabbed the staff, chanted a spell at Fang Yu.

"The Death Curse!"

A gray light appeared on the staff and flew quickly towards Fang Yu.

This is the strongest spell he learned from a famous wizard, which allows the person who is accused of being protected on the spot.

Fang Yu still did not dodge, allowing the gray light from the staff to penetrate into his body.

Prince Joyce looked at Fang Yu with anticipation.

Death, die.

But Fang Yu didn't even frown.

The Death Curse just penetrated Fang Yu's body and had no effect.

Prince Joyce was completely stunned.

Even the spell is invalid...

Fang Yu took another step forward and walked to Prince Joyce.

"puff!"

Prince Joyce's legs became weak and he sat down on the ground.

"Fang Yu, if something happens to me today, Huaibei Chamber of Commerce..." Prince Joyce said with a trembling voice without a bloody face.

"Click..."

Fang Yu stepped on Prince Joyce's left hand and made a sound of bone shattering.

"ah……"

Prince Joyce screamed.

On weekdays, he always claims that he is a descendant of the gods, extremely majestic and arrogant than anyone else.

But now, facing the threat of death, he found that this identity had no effect on him.

"Fang Yu, let me have a way out, our entire Nord royal family can obey you..."

Prince Joyce's psychological defense completely collapsed.

He covered his left hand, knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground.

Fang Yu looked at Prince Joyce with a expressionless face and said, "Answer me, why do you call yourself a descendant of the gods? What is your basis?"

Hearing this question, Prince Joyce raised his head and replied, "For, because our family is indeed favored by God..."

"To put it bluntly." Fang Yu frowned.

"Thirty years ago, my father, the prince at that time, met an injured woman while he was hunting, and took her back to the palace for treatment..."

"After that woman recovered, she said she would like to thank my father for saving her life. She left us a jade pot with some silver liquid..."

"She said that as long as she takes these liquids, she can transform her physique and master powerful abilities..."

Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and asked, "In this matter, how did you get involved with God?"

"Because... that woman is a god! My father also has a group of royal guards. He saw a pair of glowing wings appearing behind the woman, and then flew into the sky..." Prince Joyce endured the pain in his left hand and replied.

"Glowing wings?" Fang Yu was stunned, then asked, "What color is the light?"

Prince Joyce thought for a while and replied, "...it seems to be golden..."

gold?

Fang Yu's eyes moved slightly.

When Honglian fought with him, the wings that grew were like flames burning.

But the flame is red, but it may look similar to gold from a distance.

Could it be that the woman Joyce mentioned is Honglian?

"What is the appearance of that woman?" Fang Yu asked again.

"I, I have never seen her with my own eyes, but my father created a statue for her. From the outside, she was not a European, but an Oriental face..." Prince Joyce replied.

"How old is she? Are she only fifteen or sixteen years old?" Fang Yu asked.

Prince Joyce, who was indulging in pain, knocked the ground with his forehead and gritted his teeth and said, "...No, I don't remember my father saying this. And judging from the size of the statue, she should be an adult."

Adults...

A trace of doubt flashed in Fang Yu's eyes.

The figure of a girl about fifteen years old is very different from that of an adult woman, and you can see it at a glance.

There is no need for Joyce to lie in such a place.

But if that woman is an adult woman, she should not be Honglian.

But from another perspective, Red Lotus was brought by Gary, whose base camp is in Europe.

The Nord royal family is also in Europe. Joyce's father must have met the woman he was hunting in Europe.

Both of them appeared in Europe...but not the same person?

What's going on?

Fang Yu was full of doubts.
To be continued...