When he handed it to the servant, he glanced out of the corner of his eye - the waiter who had tricked him into it was gone.

Although a party member from an aristocratic family did not know why King Yan appeared here, he refused to give up the opportunity to add insult to injury. He immediately smiled meaningfully and said: "His Royal Highness King Yan has already taken leave of absence from today's palace banquet. It seems that he is still from the Eighteen Tribes."

The guest is so proud that he actually invited Prince Yan here with just one sentence."

Another person answered: "You should be punished with alcohol for saying this, let alone others. Why are we ordinary guests here today? The Eighteen Tribes are His Highness's mother's family, so we should treat them differently."

Chang Geng's spacious court clothes almost hung to the ground, and he calmly returned the greeting: "Your Majesty, Emperor Lao, sent someone to inquire and came to the palace to pay New Year's greetings to His Majesty. It's just an unfortunate arrival. Has Your Majesty already left?"

"It's not a coincidence that Your Highness Prince Yan is here, but it's a coincidence that we are here. It's such a blessing to see the two jade stones from the Liang Dynasty today. My prince also wants to toast to His Highness!"

While they were talking, the envoys from the eighteen tribes helped the third prince to stand up.

Gu Yun quickly winked at Shen Yi, and several guards who had been hiding in the dark suddenly showed murderous intent and locked onto the barbarian envoy and the third prince.

The third prince was seen walking out of the table, seemingly very nervous, and the hand holding the wine glass was shaking violently. Before Chang Geng could get close to him, half of the glass had been spilled.

As the young man approached, an unquenchable heat arose in Chang Geng's body out of thin air. The fever that had subsided once again attacked menacingly. There was a roar in his ears, and the blood all over his body seemed to be lit with purple gold, intense.

The ground boiled.

The hairs all over Chang Geng's body stood up. There were countless pairs of eyes around him that were either planning for a long time or gloating about his misfortune, but none of them were as stressful as the young man's. He almost endured the severe discomfort and struggled to hold on to the dignity of the prince.

He forced himself to laugh with difficulty and said, "Why, do the princes of your department always say nothing like this when toasting?"

The Northern Barbarian envoy suddenly smiled and slowly retreated one foot behind the third prince.

The third prince, who was trembling all over, stopped without any warning. The skin of his hands that were suspended in the air was pale and white, glowing with a lifeless light.

Then he raised his head and met Chang Geng's eyes directly.

The boy's pale face had a pair of red eyes, and the cold double pupils were like an ice pick, stabbing Chang Geng without warning.

This boy is actually a Urgu!

No one knows what will happen when the two "evil god" kings confront each other, and there has never been any record - how crazy is Urgu, how much hatred and how much luck is required to become one?

How chaotic must an era be for two Ur bones to face to face?

There seemed to be some kind of indescribable feeling between the two of them. For a moment, the entire palace hall was reduced to ashes before Chang Geng's eyes. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if it was about to explode.

All hallucinations and reality were mixed together. The poison that had been suppressed in the bones and blood for many years was like hot oil poured on a raging fire, erupting in a roaring and tsunami... All the indigestible hatred and rage surged into Chang Geng's body.
Chapter completed!