Looking at the dazzling light of time and space in front of him, the Eighth Prince rubbed his hands excitedly, waiting expectantly for the appearance of the top masters of the empire who received the distress signal.

The teleportation crack did not keep him waiting for too long. With a burst of light, the crack responded quickly.

An eyeball made of sand quickly appeared in front of everyone through the crack.

After glancing around to make sure there was no ambush, the sand eyes collapsed on the spot.

Then as the light grew stronger, a group of people walked out of the crack in a swaggering manner.

In fact, there are not many people in this so-called team, only five in total, but each one is a master-level figure.

The four figures have different shapes. They are all fully armed guards wearing armor, plus a young man who looks like an imposing mage wearing a robe and holding a staff.

As the five people appeared, the scene suddenly fell into silence. The eighth prince, who was full of excitement, was stunned for a moment. After he came to his senses, he hurriedly and cautiously poked his head and looked into the rift in time and space.

Before he could see the situation clearly, the young mage had already snorted coldly.

"Don't look, there's no one behind you."

"Ah? There's no one! Where's the Fire Dharma Saint that day?"

"Are you talking about my father? Haha, you are a distress signal sent by an unfavored prince, and you actually want my father to come all the way to support you in person? What are you thinking? My father is currently working hard to break through the demigods

Realm, I have no time to care about you."

With a flick of his robe, the young mage raised his head arrogantly.

"Your face can at most persuade me and four of my retainers. As for asking my father to take action? I think you should weigh your own weight first!"

The young mage spoke very arrogantly, and did not save any respect for the eighth prince, a royal family.

He does have the ability to be arrogant, because this boy's father is one of the famous royal servants of the Magic Empire. He is a peak tenth-level Heavenly Fire Dharma Saint who may break through to the next level at any time.

No matter which world you are in, masters are always hard currency.

As the saying goes, if you don't leave me here, you will have your own place. If you don't leave me everywhere, you will have an independent branch.

A tenth-level boss does not need to give anyone any face at all, and if you want to ask him to do something, you have to beg him. If he is in a bad mood, it is useless for anyone to beg him.

As for being so disrespectful, will it offend the royal family?

Just kidding! What if you offend the contemporary emperor?

You kill him? Who can you send?

Would other masters of the same level go and fight with their lives just for your orders? How is this possible? Do you think they are your sons or your fathers? You can command them as you please!

If you get angry, a tenth-level master will turn around and leave on the spot, going to another country. He will still be popular and drink spicy food in other places, and he will still be a living ancestor.

After all, there is more than just the Magic Empire in that plane!

Maybe he would place a forbidden spell to listen to the sound when he left. What could you do to him?

For such strategic bosses, no one deserves their respect except those of the same level.

Of course, the emperor still has to give some face. After all, the royal family has a lot of resources, and naturally there are many experts. Maybe there are fathers or sons who are also lords and can listen to the emperor's orders casually.

In order to appease these experts, the emperor also gave them enough face, so it was absolutely impossible for him to fall out with the Heavenly Fire Dharma Saint over a verbal dispute or over an eighth prince.

Therefore, the Eighth Prince really had to bear this loss and ridicule.

Seeing the Eighth Prince's expression quickly darkening, the young mage couldn't help but snorted again and tossed his hair coolly.

"Okay, how can there be any experts in this poor place? There is no need for my father to take action. It is enough for me and my four ministers to be here. What? Are you looking down on me as a ninth-level mage? Or are you looking down on me?

The abilities of my four eighth-level knights!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four ministers standing next to the young mage cast a ferocious look at the Eighth Prince, which made the Eighth Prince's face completely collapse.

If possible, the Eighth Prince really wanted to grab this young mage at this moment, slap him hard on the face, and then tell him in a roaring way, yes! I just look down on you.

!What!

You have no idea what kind of virtue you are! You grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth! You relied on your father to provide you with all kinds of talents and treasures! You were even trained by the Dharma Saint! You are already over 60 years old and almost 70 years old.

Only then can he become a useless snack for a ninth-level master! What kind of garlic is he pretending to be here!

And he asked himself to weigh it? How many kilograms does he have? Why didn't he weigh it first?

Although the eighth prince's work ability is very poor and his martial arts talent is not very good, he is still very smart after growing up in a place like the royal family and being immersed in all kinds of intrigues.

This guy saw almost immediately that the waste in front of him was just like him, and wanted to take this opportunity to come over for gold plating.

After all, being the son of a Dharma Saint is not easy, especially when you have no talent.

As the only young mage of the Heavenly Fire Dharma Saint, he can be called the most valuable young mage in the opponent's hand, the ninth-level Earth Fire Archmage.

He basically spent his whole life being laughed at.

Your strength has improved, oh, that's your father's credit. Your realm has been broken through, and it's your father's credit. You've learned the forbidden spell, and it's even more your father's credit. After all, where can ordinary people learn such unique forbidden spells?

Then, because of lack of talent, you failed in learning. Other descendants of Dharma Saints can break through the ninth level at the age of forty or fifty, but you have to be over sixty and almost seventy to rely on drugs to force your way through, and your strength is therefore far inferior.

Same level.

Oh, this is not the credit of his father, it is all the credit of this useless son himself!

Countless geniuses and treasures! The top tenth-level Dharma Saint Master! He teaches you step by step!

With this kind of treatment, even if you throw yourself at a pig, you can still break through to the ninth level before the age of fifty!

One can imagine how much of a waste this Earth Fire Mage is.

Although this is basically the truth, the problem is that the Earth Fire Mage is unwilling to listen, so he has been trying his best to prove that he is not a waste.

Today, while my father was practicing in seclusion, the Earth Fire Master who was in charge of guarding the house suddenly saw a space-time crack appearing out of thin air in his home, and the eighth prince's distress signal appeared, along with the reason and location of the distress.

When I learned that the Eighth Prince was actually in a high-profile border battlefield and met a master there.

The Earth Fire Mage was so excited that he immediately called out several experts. He didn't even notify his father, and ran over on the spot to prepare for more troops.

Therefore, the Earthfire Mage is essentially a parallel importer who is ready to come over and take advantage of the opportunity to put money on his face.

Then this parallel importer looked at the Eighth Prince, the parallel importer who also came to offer gold, and both sides stared at each other in silence for half a minute.

Finally, gritting his teeth, the Eighth Prince stamped his feet, turned around and left.

"Start group teleportation! Let's retreat!"
Chapter completed!