Su Han was stalling for time, but so was Saint Bai Xu.
He had never underestimated Su Han—or rather, the Nineteenth Prince. As a member of the royal family, he was bound to have numerous life-saving measures and trump cards.
Even with a million ghost soldiers, the King's Remnant Soul, and the Nether Dragon Slaying Prison Formation, Saint Bai Xu still felt it was not enough. He was preparing another major trump card.
After all, this was the assassination of a prince. If news of this leaked, it would cause a massive upheaval. By then, neither the Second Prince nor the Third Prince would be able to protect them. The execution of their nine clans would be the minimum punishment.
With his life and the lives of his entire family at stake, Saint Bai Xu dared not be the slightest bit careless.
"Seal this space-time!"
