CHAPTER 146: CHAPTER 91: GOLDEN HALL

Prince Zhi is the most suitable person because amidst his madness, there is still a trace of rationality.

Although Zhao Yi was not happy that Zhao Yuan was unwilling to share good things with his uncle, he did not forget the main business.

"Hic..."

Prince Zhi hiccuped, yet without any visible movement, he instantly appeared by Zhao Yi’s side.

He extended his hand, reaching for Zhao Yi’s head.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Yi saw that the large hands were white as jade, like a perfect work of art.

Suddenly, a fierce and destructive desire surged within Zhao Yi.

He wanted to chop that hand off.

Such a perfect hand should become an art piece in his Treasure Vault!

Hmm?

Prince Zhi made a soft sound of surprise.

Under the traction of the aura, the clarity in Prince Zhi’s eyes faded, and a look of bewilderment and emptiness gradually reappeared on his face.

Miaoyin was startled when she saw this.

She turned to Zhao Yi, nervously asking, "What’s going on? Prince Zhi seems about to go mad again!"

Zhao Yi snapped back to reality, quickly averting his gaze from the nearly unfocused eyes of Prince Zhi, no matter how beautiful his hands were, he dared not look.

At this moment, Zhao Yi finally realized his own problem.

He had felt this desire to destroy everything before, in the Secret Realm.

When he tortured Su Qianqian and humiliated Xu Yue’Er, Zhao Yi also felt this perverse sense of satisfaction.

Zhao Yi had initially thought it was the wrong plot intention, that he was seizing the heroine’s fortune, hence that feeling.

But now, it seems his previous guess in the Secret Realm was wrong.

Because Prince Zhi could hardly be the heroine of the male lead.

So this destructive desire came from himself.

"Could it be that I’m also going mad?"

This guess made Zhao Yi’s hair stand on end.

Without the aura’s traction, the bit of clarity in Prince Zhi’s eyes returned.

Prince Zhi was still in a drunken state, not as clear-headed as usual.

Although he had also noticed Zhao Yi’s anomaly, he tilted his head and looked for a while, unable to comprehend the point.

"Forget it."

Finding the puzzle unsolvable, Prince Zhi decisively stopped pondering.

He placed his palm on Zhao Yi’s Baihui acupoint and Mystical Gate, carefully sensing, his face changing color.

Prince Zhi withdrew his hand, sizing up Zhao Yi with a face full of surprise and suspicion.

"Such a bizarre thing!"

"Why is he so dull?"

"Could it be he’s not truly my elder brother’s bloodline?"

Zhao Yi’s face instantly turned dark.

Why call him dull?

Just because his aptitude is slightly inferior, he is not the biological child?

What a personal attack!

This old madman does nothing normal!

Zhao Yi complained, "Can you just tell me if I can break through the Mystical Gate or not?"

Prince Zhi had a trace of rationality, but not much.

He obviously couldn’t answer such a complex question.

Prince Zhi ignored Zhao Yi, once again extending his hand, palm pressing down on Zhao Yi’s head atop the Mystical Gate, his eyes turning a deep golden color.

Zhao Yi knew this was a sign of the Dragon God Technique being pushed to its limit, so he stopped talking and patiently awaited the final moment.

Soon, Zhao Yi felt a trace of warmth at the Mystical Gate.

The sensation came quickly and vanished even faster!

He hadn’t even had time to react before the warmth disappeared without a trace.

He opened his eyes, bewildered, looking at Prince Zhi.

Prince Zhi was already exhausted.

He was leaning on the donkey beside him, barely keeping from falling down.

Zhao Yi saw this and couldn’t help asking, "Uncle Emperor, why aren’t you moving?"

The corner of Prince Zhi’s mouth twitched.

Though his spirit was weak, and his body severely overdrawn, his face was more expressive than before.

Prince Zhi looked at Zhao Yi with an indescribable gaze, a mix of shock, curiosity, and a hint of confusion.

It seemed even the well-read Prince Zhi was at a loss when faced with Zhao Yi’s incomprehensible situation.

"I’m done," Prince Zhi said, somewhat embarrassed.

Hmm?

Zhao Yi stiffened.

Was Prince Zhi’s statement what he thought it meant?

What do you mean embarrassed?

At this time, Miaoyin praised from the side, "You really are a quick man!"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Why are you praising him?

At a time like this!

Do you have the mood for such rotten jokes?

"No!" Zhao Yi was anxious, "I didn’t even feel anything, and you’re done?"

Miaoyin pursed her lips.

Zhao Yi looked down on her bad joke, but he played it quite happily himself?

Prince Zhi, weakly said, "It’s really over."

He seemed to have shed a shackle; his body was weak, but his spirit was rapidly recovering, and he became more alert.

Prince Zhi’s gaze fell on Zhao Yi, his eyes gradually heating up.

"Xiao Yi, you’re very good, very good!"

I’m not good, not good at all!

Zhao Yi looked at Prince Zhi’s reaction and had a foreboding feeling.

The first time Uncle Zhao Yuan came to crown him, Zhao Yi could feel the vibration of the Dragon God Technique hitting the Mystical Gate, and he had directly fainted.

Although not much, there was indeed a trace of warmth flowing in his body.

That was the closest Zhao Yi had come to breaking through the gate!

Now, with Prince Zhi’s utmost effort in attacking Zhao Yi’s Mystical Gate, not to mention a warmth flowing through his body, even Zhao Yi’s scalp had not heated up, and yet Prince Zhi was exhausted!

There’s no way Uncle Zhao Yuan’s strength is stronger than Prince Zhi.

There can be only one explanation.

Zhao Yi’s Mystical Gate was even more solid than before!

The entire formidable power of a top Tier Nine Saint King Realm could not shake the Mystical Gate in the slightest, not even causing a splash.

Zhao Yi finally understood why Miaoyin said his throne was exceptionally stable!