Rebirth of the Strongest Seventh Prince

"Old ghost, you should be proud of yourself for allowing me to suffer minor injuries!"

The mysterious man's eyes flashed with brilliance. He stared at Pu Duole for a long time before he slowly spoke.

Pu Duole snorted coldly without saying a word. In his opinion, the mysterious man was nothing special and could at best fight him to a draw. If he wanted to take his life, he might be a little short of it.

Seeing that Pu Duole said nothing, the mysterious man was not angry. Instead, he said in a joking tone: "But, old man, although I can't do anything to you in a short time, I can hold you back and kill all your men!"

Fighting against a sword master, Pu Duole, as a mage, naturally did not dare to take it lightly. After the mysterious man mentioned it, he remembered that his group of subordinates were still fighting against the Dark Church. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it. After looking at it, Pu Duole was stunned. In just a short while, there were only a few knights and mages below level eight of the Light Church left. Only those few masters, led by two ninth-level knights, barely blocked the attack of the Dark Church. Even so, they were already shaky.

Seeing Pu Duole in a daze, the mysterious man certainly would not miss such a good opportunity, and casually slashed at his opponent with a terrifying sword energy. In the blink of an eye, the master's intuition made Pu Duole sober up, his scalp exploded, and he forcibly moved his body slightly to the side to avoid this fatal blow.

At this moment, Pu Duole was still in shock, his face was frighteningly pale. It had been many years since he encountered such a situation. He had always been pampered and suddenly became angry and was about to fight back, but he caught a glimpse of the magicians and knights he brought with him. There were only a few left. If those guys from the Dark Church were free to take action, it would be the end of him.

"retreat!"

Pu Duole's face was full of reluctance. After saying the word "retreat", he looked at the mysterious man with a vicious look, and then flew into the depths of the night with his men. He didn't hate the people of the Dark Church. After all, they were originally hostile to each other. He hated the mysterious man. If it weren't for that weird guy, how could he have suffered such heavy losses and how could he explain to the Pope.

The Dark Saint did not stop Pu Duole and his group from leaving. After all, Pu Duole was an archbishop and a tenth-level warrior. If forced into a corner, it was hard to imagine what crazy things he would do.

As soon as Pu Duole left, the atmosphere on the field became subtle. The three remaining ninth-level masters of the Dark Church stood in three directions, faintly surrounding the mysterious man, and the Dark Saint's gaze as she stared at the mysterious man became mysterious and unpredictable.

"Haha, little girl, do you want to keep the treasure for yourself?"

The mysterious man's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he sheathed his sword, seemingly not worried about his situation at all.

The saint's face was uncertain. To be honest, she really wanted to order an attack, but reason told her that the mysterious man was not someone to be trifled with. Moreover, there was definitely more than just this happening tonight, so it was better to be careful.

"Sir, you are joking. I am just thinking about how to deal with the notes! Sir, don't worry too much!"

"That's nice, but I bought the notebook with a divine weapon, and the price was very high. Are you trying to take it away from me, little girl?"

"If that's what I say, sir, what do you think I need to exchange it with you?"

"That's impossible, but I can still lend it to you for a few days to observe!"

The Dark Saint looked at the mysterious man with some surprise. Wasn't he worried that the Dark Church would borrow it and not return it? The mysterious man's words broke her doubts. He only heard the mysterious man say:

"Young lady, you can go back with me. I will write a copy for you after I open the notebook!" The Saint was silent for a while, then said, "How can I know if the master will lie to me and use some fake things to trick me!"

The mysterious man laughed and said, "This is a big bet! Little girl, just bet on my character and go with me! To be honest, our country still respects your Dark Church, so you can go there without worry."

The Saint asked, "I wonder what country you are from, sir?"

"I won't tell you about this for now. If you trust me, come with me and help protect the notebook!"

The saint was not satisfied with the answer and was about to ask further questions when she was interrupted by a mysterious man.

"Friend, now that you are here, stop hiding!"

The mysterious man turned to face the woods in the east, his eyes slightly solemn. The saint girl became nervous when she heard what the mysterious man said, and hurriedly led her men to be on full alert.

"Hahaha! In that case, elders, why don't we go out?"

There was a rustling sound coming from the woods, clearly a large group of people were moving around. In less than a moment, hundreds of people rushed out of the woods and surrounded the Saint and her group.

"Yale Feng! It's you!"

Looking at the proud young man in front of her, the saint's eyes shrank. She didn't expect that she would fight to the death with the Holy See of Light, but was calculated by others. She felt very uncomfortable. Most of these people were above the fourth level. The two old men next to Yale Feng exuded a dangerous aura. It was obvious that they were masters of the sword saint level.

"I didn't expect that the beautiful Saint actually knew me. It is such an honor for this prince! Would Her Excellency the Saint be so kind as to have dinner with this prince?"

Yale Feng stared at the saint's beautiful face with ardent eyes. The saint's charming aura made his heart surge with desire, and he couldn't stop!

The Saint did not care about the gaze that seemed to want to tear her clothes, and said with a sweet smile: "If His Royal Highness is willing to give up participating, I will not be reluctant to have dinner with His Royal Highness."

Yale Feng's eyes suddenly became clear, and the heat quickly dissipated. He laughed and said, "Although this prince really wants to have dinner with the beauty, my father told me to bring the notes back when I came here, so I have no choice but to disappoint the beauty's kindness!"

The saint's expression remained unchanged, but she was suddenly surprised. This man had a lustful look on his face just now, but he suddenly came to his senses when the notebook was mentioned. He was unfathomable and cunning, worthy of being the most valued prince of the brilliant king.

The mysterious man was also staring at Yale Feng at this time, thinking silently in his heart, that old ghost Yale Haoming gave birth to a good son! This child is so cunning, if he becomes the emperor of the Brilliant Country, it may be detrimental to his country! Should we take the opportunity to get rid of him?

"Oh, that's a pity, but Your Highness, are you sure you can take that thing from this gentleman? If I join hands with the gentleman, Your Highness will probably be in trouble!"

The Dark Saint took a step forward and came to the mysterious man, indicating that the two of them would cooperate. The mysterious man smiled slightly and nodded approvingly to the Dark Saint.

"Haha, beauty, don't think too highly of you. You should know that besides the two sword saints, this prince also has dozens of masters above the seventh level. You will be the ones who will suffer in a fight." Yale Feng's eyes became lustful again. He lingered on the plump and exquisite body of the saint for a moment, then looked at the mysterious man, raised his mouth, and said in a cold voice: "This sir, although your strength is good,

But you are still alone. This prince advises you to hand over the notes. We, the Glorious Congress, will give you appropriate compensation!"

The mysterious man said nothing, seemingly unconcerned about Yale Feng's threat.

Yale Feng's face turned cold, and he waved his hand, and a group of his men began to approach the mysterious man and the Dark Church. Just as the two sides were about to fight, a hearty voice came from the sky.

“Hahaha, little guy from the Brilliant Country, you guys shouldn’t mind if I’m here with you!”

An old figure suddenly appeared in the encirclement. This man was wearing a yellow robe and had a dignified face. He was intimidating without even being angry.

"Long Batian!"

Yale Feng gritted his teeth. This man was the most powerful weapon of the Chu State against the Huihuang State. Decades ago, the two countries were in constant conflict. Under the leadership of Long Batian, the Chu army always had the upper hand over the Huihuang State.

As long as Long Batian was alive, the army of Huihuang State could never cross the border of Chu State. Huihuang State once spent a lot of gold coins to hire the top ten assassins in the continent to assassinate Long Batian, but it failed in the end. The assassin was killed by Long Batian himself, and his body was hung on the border between the two countries.

Not only is Long Batian a master in military operations, his fighting spirit has also reached the level of an eleventh-rank great swordsman, and he is not far from becoming the legendary sword god.

"Haha! Little guy from the Yale family, you are swaggering through our Chu State with a large number of troops. Are you bullying us because we have no one in Chu State? If so, I will shamelessly come over and play with you, my junior!"

Bah! Yale Feng was furious in his heart, but he smiled and said, "Senior Long has said everything. What else can I say? However, my father likes Smith's notes the most, and his birthday is coming soon. I want to give him a surprise. I believe Senior Long will not reject my filial piety!"

Good boy! Long Batian secretly praised in his heart, old man Yale really gave birth to a good son!

"So it's Marshal Long who has come to visit. I'm honored to meet you, Marshal Long!" The Dark Saint must have heard of Long Batian's reputation. When she came, the Pope had also instructed her that if she had the chance she must make friends with Long Batian, and it would be best if she could gain his favor.

"You must be the contemporary Saint of the Dark Church, right? You are truly outstanding. Please give my regards to the Pope when you return!"

The Saint nodded and smiled, but she was feeling uneasy. Long Batian's appearance meant something was wrong. Although he and Yale Feng would not join forces, he was not on her side after all. Even if she defeated Yale Feng, it was still unknown whether they would be enemies or friends in the end. Thinking of this, the Saint could not help but sigh inwardly. Although the Dark Church had a great influence in those small countries and no one dared to provoke them, they would ignore you when it came to those big empires.

Long Batian didn't say much, but turned his gaze to the mysterious man. For some reason, he always felt like he had seen him before.