The Princess Nangong Ronghui, a Bit of a Sore Hand from Fighting

The surrounding cultivators were all extremely tense. They never expected Wang Zhong to dare to take action in this situation. This would only further anger the Third Prince.

Sure enough, the Third Prince's face immediately darkened. "Wang Zhong, I'm giving you a way out. Since you insist on seeking death, don't blame me for being heartless."

However, Wang Zhong paid no attention to the Third Prince. Instead, he looked in a certain direction, revealing a faint smile.

After all, they had finally arrived. In worldly affairs, how could it be so easy to let go?

Huh?

The Third Prince's brow furrowed slightly. He turned his head to look, and then his face changed drastically, his pupils contracting sharply.

They were Princess Nangong Ronghui and Qin Yue'er.