Li Yang smiled faintly and said, "Why not choose to cultivate at the Divine Sect? What's so bad about being the Divine Sect Saint Heir? You only ever think about being emperor—where does that leave your imperial father?"
"Uh…"
The Second Prince's soul froze, a look of alarm crossing his face.
"Did you really think that with the Divine Sect's protection, your father wouldn't be able to do anything to you? Since the Saint Heir doesn't want the position, then your father will take it for you."
As Li Yang finished speaking, he slapped the Second Prince's soul.
The Second Prince's soul changed expression, but before he could say anything, he was reduced to ashes, completely dissipating.
"My imperial son will never be left out in the wild to rot."
Li Yang looked at the Second Prince's corpse.
