Chapter 285: Coming to Pick a Fight (3)

Nangong Liuyun raised an eyebrow slightly and snorted coldly, "Seventh Rank?"

"That's right, my grandfather is now a Seventh Rank expert!" Liu Chengfeng lifted his head and puffed out his chest arrogantly, filled with such pride that it seemed as if the Seventh Rank expert was not his grandfather, but himself.

Who would have thought that Nangong Liuyun's next sentence would make Liu Chengfeng so angry he almost vomited blood.

Nangong Liuyun unhurriedly set down his teacup, a light and breezy smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he casually asked, "Old Master Liu is over a hundred years old, isn't he?"

The implication was clear: to only reach the Seventh Rank at over a hundred years old, how could he have the nerve to show it off in front of His Highness? Wasn't it embarrassing?

The more light and breezy Nangong Liuyun appeared, the more it revealed the contempt and disdain in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Liu Potian felt a breath catch in his throat.

His eyes bulged like copper bells as he glared viciously at Nangong Liuyun, his fists clenched tightly. He cursed inwardly, 'This ignorant, arrogant brat! He looks down on the Seventh Rank, could it be that he has already reached the Seventh Rank himself?'

However, having held a high position for many years, Liu Potian's self-control was decent enough. He forcefully suppressed the surging anger, then curled his lips into a mocking sneer, "Your Highness Prince Jin has such high standards that even Seventh Rank cultivation is beneath your notice. Heh, I fear even Your Majesty is not held in your eyes!"

These words were truly vicious!

If he didn't respond well and it spread, it wouldn't just be the Crown Prince guarding against Prince Jin; even Your Majesty would likely harbor… deep apprehension, after all, he was excessively outstanding.

Hearing this, a shimmering, colorful light flashed in the depths of Nangong Liuyun's eyes. A wicked and enchanting smile slowly curled at the corners of his lips. His voice was as light as a feather, yet every word was dripping with blood, "Liu Potian, to be honest, I truly do not hold you in my eyes."

Upon hearing this, Liu Potian's expression stiffened, then turned livid, his anger rising.

Abominable Prince Jin! To say such words right in front of him was no different from slapping him across the face on the spot!

Liu Potian's face flushed red. He stood up abruptly, glaring furiously at Nangong Liuyun. However, before he could speak, Nangong Liuyun raised an eyebrow with a mocking smile and said slowly, "But, Liu Potian, you are merely a small Martial Artist, can you be mentioned in the same breath as my Imperial Father? Or is it that you have long harbored intentions of usurping the throne?"

If Liu Potian's words were vicious, then Nangong Liuyun's words were heart-piercing and lung-shredding, destroying everything inside.

With such a heavy charge placed upon him, how could Liu Potian keep his composure? If these words spread, what did it matter if he was a Seventh Rank? With his own strength alone, he could not ensure the safety of the entire Liu clan.

"Your Highness! Do not spout nonsense! The Liu clan cannot bear such a charge!" Liu Potian's eyes burned with raging flames as he glared coldly at Nangong Liuyun!

Compared to Liu Potian's exasperation, Nangong Liuyun appeared indifferent. He slowly crossed his legs, lazily leaning back against the purple sandalwood chair, and cast a gaze that looked down upon the world, landing lightly on Liu Potian, "Oh? You cannot bear it, but I can? What a Seventh Rank expert who is strict with others but lenient with himself."

Liu Potian swallowed a mouthful of blood that stuck in his throat, feeling extremely stifled and uncomfortable.

Who told him that His Highness was cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel? Why did no one tell him that this Prodigy was basically a poisonous tongue, his mouth like it had been dipped in venom, every sentence piercing straight into one's heart.