The eyes of the Eighth Prince harbored a trace of anger. This plan was meticulously orchestrated by him, and now that Zheng Ming had just appeared, they couldn't lift their heads.
It could be said that his long-plotted plan was almost bankrupt. Although this plan was based on the assumption that Zheng Ming was no longer around, he still felt somewhat unwilling.
"Zheng Ming, you... you insulted the Great Ancestor of the Purple Phoenix Royal Clan. Your crime is heinous; such reckless behavior means you wish to battle endlessly with my Purple Phoenix Divine Dynasty!"
Zheng Ming's expression remained calm. He nodded towards the Fifth Prince and then gently waved his hand, delivering a heavy slap across the Eighth Prince's face.
The Eighth Prince's face turned purple. Though the slap didn't change his face color, it did cause it to swell instantly.
"You... you dare to hit me!"
