Bab 439: Chaos in the Wastelands

The sun rose.

The end of the sea was covered by multicolored light.

Clang!

The Eighth Prince stood in the square of the flying magical equipment and withdrew his saber.

The Dragon Saber.

His father had given it to him. As to why, he did not know.

Perhaps it was because he had a brighter future with his brother-in-law and sister.

He couldn't possibly suspect that he was the person who knew the Dragon Saber Art, right? Even though he was the nearest Ancestor Immortal Spirit, his strength was still not strong.

"Could it be that my father feels that I have concealed my cultivation?"

The Eighth Prince thought about it and felt that it was impossible.

According to his mother, that person had the strength of a mid-stage Celestial Immortal.

Who would conceal their cultivation so deeply?