Chapter 11650 — You Bastard
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If nothing unexpected intervened, with his paltry level of comprehension, he would be ground out of existence in an instant.
Even if he survived by a stroke of luck, he would forever after be severed from the power of rules, becoming a broken man through and through.
The Prince of Qi, however, merely smiled. "The Three Ancestors need not worry. I know better than to act directly; that self-awareness I do have. But other methods are still worth trying."
Even as he said this, he casually picked up an ancestral tablet from beside him.
Under everyone's gaze, he tossed it straight into the field.
"You bastard! What are you doing!"
Seeing this, the Three Ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate flew into a fury.
An ancestral tablet was the sole token that the forebears of the Prince of Qi's Estate still had any presence in this world—supreme in honor, supreme in sanctity. On ordinary days, even the Prince of Qi himself could not touch one lightly, let alone cast it aside the way he had just done.
More importantly, the moment the tablet entered the field, it was caught in the surrounding vortex of energy and fell apart in an instant, without leaving even a trace of residue behind.
The Three Ancestors' eyes nearly split open with rage.
An invisible ancestral will then surged forth and poured into them, letting them barely recoup a little ground in their stalemate with Wei Zhao.
But it did nothing whatsoever to lift their spirits.
The tall old man roared, "How dare you desecrate an ancestral tablet like this! You deserve death by a thousand cuts!"
The Prince of Qi was unperturbed. "Yes, yes, I deserve a thousand cuts. But I'd advise you to win this bout first. If you yourselves are gone, how are you going to see that justice done?"
Even as he spoke, he casually tossed in another ancestral tablet.
The Three Ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate nearly choked on the spot.
They truly did not want to lose to Wei Zhao. But the problem was that the ancestral will borne by the tablets was the most precious inheritance the Prince of Qi's Estate possessed. Consuming it all at once like firewood was no different from digging the estate's own grave.
In the end, Wei Zhao was not an enemy with whom the Prince of Qi's Estate was locked in a struggle to the death; at the very least, the two sides had not yet reached that desperate point where they had to drain their last drop of blood.
By doing this now, the Prince of Qi had left both sides utterly defenseless before fate—with no retreat for anyone.
Watching the Prince toss ancestral tablet after ancestral tablet into the field, the Three Ancestors gnashed their teeth, ready to devour someone alive.
If they could stop things that very moment, they would absolutely skin the man alive and swallow him whole.
But they could not.
Not only that—they could only watch helplessly as the Prince hurled in more and more ancestral tablets. Every tablet thrown in twisted their hearts like a knife.
"Stop!"
Seeing that few ancestral tablets were left, someone finally arrived belatedly, flung himself at the Prince of Qi, knocked him down, and snatched the tablet from his hand.
Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched.
"Fourth Uncle Qi. It's been a long time."
The newcomer was none other than Qi Zhuiyun, whom rumor in the streets had already declared missing.
Qi Zhuiyun looked wretched now—his aura chaotic and withered, his body covered in wounds, bearing all the marks of someone who had just been tortured and interrogated.
The Prince of Qi rose to his feet again, his expression darkening at once. "So you managed to escape after all. It seems I miscalculated."
Qi Zhuiyun did not look at him. Instead he addressed the Three Ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate in a loud voice. "Elders, bear witness—he is not my elder brother, the Prince of Qi. He is an impostor!"
"What?!"