"Why do you insist in fighting me for the throne?" Lin Diyu gritted his teeth as he looked at the Second Prince. "I don't intend to take the throne. Like what I said, I've already had enough with all these political affairs. I don't care about the throne at all. It's all yours and that First Prince to take. I don't mind as long as I can find myself at peace."
Although he really wanted to build an army for his master, during the fight, he found out that an army would not be needed for a fight of those standing at the top of the food chain. One's prowess would already be enough to fight against a billion or a trillion soldiers. His master had already proved that several times, from the very beginning, even leaving no traces of anyone.
"Nonsense! Then, why would you accept the title of becoming the Third Prince in the first place?!" the Second Prince growled as he launched another attack at Lin Diyu.
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