The blood of the corpse on the ground was still flowing profusely. Due to death, the copying function had disappeared, and the visage of a middle-aged man had long reverted to that of Xia Feng's face and body.
Having confirmed Xia Feng was indeed dead, the Prince remained on guard and surveyed his surroundings, suddenly feeling a chill at the back of his neck.
His pupils dilated as the silver pendant on his neck shattered with a bang, and a faint purple halo appeared, repelling the sudden shadow that had emerged behind him.
"Quite a nice collection of items you have..." Xia Feng thought grudgingly, as he was forced to retreat to a distance.
Having just exited the Nirvana State, he had chosen to materialize behind the Prince. Innumerable pale flames appeared out of nowhere, quickly forming a human figure, but the Prince reacted swiftly, using his trump card to send him flying without giving him a chance to launch a successful sneak attack.