After a moment, the golden-armored warrior muttered in disbelief, "How could he dare? How could he...?"
Splurt!
Before he could finish speaking, Ian Song cleanly decapitated him with one swift stroke.
Lena Wei suddenly spoke up, "Young Master, you haven’t had any contact with the Dragonfolk Third Prince, yet he sent people to kill you—someone must be stirring things up behind the scenes!"
"That does make sense!" Ian Song nodded, giving Lena Wei an appreciative look. This woman was steadily growing, now qualified to be his advisor.
"Ordinary people can't get near the Dragonfolk Third Prince," Lena continued her analysis. "So the only ones left are the major noble houses. I heard the Third Prince is extremely lecherous—at that banquet, those houses all offered beautiful girls, and in the end, he picked nine. Two were from the Doyle Family, one was even the patriarch's own daughter. Today you punished the Doyle Family, and right after, the Third Prince sent assassins. So most likely, it was the Doyle Family who incited him!"
"Nicely analyzed! You deserve a reward—come to my room tonight!"
Ian Song lifted Lena Wei’s chin and winked at her.
Lena froze, then her face quickly turned pink. With the other women watching with amused looks, she stomped her foot in embarrassment, cheeks burning. "Young Master, you’re still in the mood to tease people at a time like this!"
Hearing "spare your sister," the Third Prince paused, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. After thinking it over, he realized this was a popular internet slang phrase from his previous life.
Truth be told, Ian Song didn’t take the Dragonfolk Third Prince seriously at all. His current strength was already comparable to a god—unless the prince was truly divine, killing him would be effortless.
As for whether the prince’s death would spark a war between the Dragonfolk and the Human Race, that wasn’t something Ian cared about.
At the same time, while Lena Wei was analyzing, Ian extended his divine sense and located the Third Prince squatting in the Doyle Family estate.
"Alright, I’ll go deal with the Dragonfolk Third Prince first, then come back and play Dou Niu with everyone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian Song vanished from where he stood.
Inside the Doyle Family estate.
The gathered family heads waited—some expectant, some anxious. Only the Dragonfolk Third Prince, chatting with a Doyle daughter at his side, looked supremely confident.
A shadow flickered.
Suddenly, someone appeared in the hall.
"Evan Chu!"
When the Doyle Family Patriarch saw who had arrived, his expression changed dramatically. It was as if springs had been attached to his seat—he shot up instantly.
The other clan heads also turned pale. Evan Chu’s appearance here could only mean one thing: the two golden-armored warriors sent by the Third Prince to kill him had almost certainly failed.
Those were two ninth-tier War Generals. If even two ninth-tier War Generals couldn’t kill Evan Chu, just how strong was he?
"Who are you?"
Ian Song’s arrival didn’t elicit much reaction from the Dragonfolk Third Prince. He glanced over lazily, sounding a bit displeased.
"Your Highness, this is Evan Chu!" the Doyle Family Patriarch said bitterly.
"So you’re Evan Chu?"
The Third Prince showed a hint of surprise, then laughed, "Are you here to beg this prince to spare your dog life?"
"Spare your sister! I’m here to take your dog life!" Ian rolled his eyes, suddenly finding the Third Prince a bit dim-witted.
Hearing "spare your sister," the Third Prince paused, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity. After thinking it over, he realized this was a popular slang phrase from his previous life’s internet.
Thinking of this, he straightened up and looked at Ian Song. "Kid, you talk in a way that suits this prince’s taste. How about you become my bodyguard? I guarantee you’ll live in luxury and have endless women to play with!"
"Are you the clown the monkey invited?" Ian Song was speechless.
Hearing this, the Dragonfolk Third Prince jumped up, staring at Ian Song in shock—this was also a phrase extremely popular on the internet in his previous life. Could this kid be a transmigrator too?
Although after transmigrating he became the Dragonfolk Third Prince—high and mighty, with money, beauties, and power at his fingertips—even those so-called goddess-level girls were eager to please him.
But after the initial thrill, he felt a kind of indescribable loneliness. After all, his soul didn’t belong to this world; no one truly understood him.
Now, another transmigrator had appeared. While he was delighted, he also felt a faint sense of anxiety.
To confirm whether this kid was also a transmigrator, he decided to test him, so he said, "Kid, have you heard of Muto Ran and Ozawa Maria?"
Hearing this, Ian Song paused, then his face showed amusement. He was certain this so-called Dragonfolk Third Prince was, like the Lion King from the previous world, also a transmigrator.
He laughed, "Muto Ran and Ozawa Maria are granny-level now. These days, it’s Takizawa Laura and Yoshizawa Akiho who are popular."
With Ian Song’s reply, Third Prince Drake Liu could confirm Ian was a transmigrator. He thought for a moment, then said, "Kid, since we’re both from the same place, why not join me? I promise you won’t regret it!"
At this, a cold glint appeared in Drake Liu’s eyes. His identity as a transmigrator couldn’t be exposed, so either this Evan Chu had to become his ally—or be eliminated. Otherwise, if his secret was leaked, it would threaten his future.
"Not interested!" Ian Song shook his head. "Since we’re both from the same place, as long as you personally execute the Doyle Family Patriarch, I’ll let go of your attempt to kill me."
You’d better not refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!
Drake Liu suddenly stood up, his killing intent unconcealed. “I am the Dragonfolk Third Prince—high and mighty, with a real chance of inheriting the imperial throne. Follow me, and I guarantee you a lifetime of glory. How could you possibly refuse? You’d better not destroy yourself!”
So you’re refusing?
Ian Song’s face darkened, and he vaguely guessed the prince’s worry.
Hmph! You’re asking for it!' Drake Liu snapped.
The clan heads below were confused. The two of them kept saying things they didn’t understand, and mentioned coming from the same place. Was Evan Chu actually a Dragonfolk too?
Confidence is good, but being too confident can make you a fool!' Ian Song shook his head.
You’re asking for death—someone, kill this kid for me!' Drake Liu ordered. Instantly, golden light flashed and over ten golden-armored warriors appeared in the hall, each radiating powerful ninth-tier War General aura.
Kid, if you kneel and admit your mistake now, you might still live. Otherwise, you’re dead for sure!
Drake Liu looked at Ian Song, his eyes cold.
You? Not even close!
Ian Song curled his lip dismissively.
You’re asking for it! Then this prince will oblige—kill him!
Drake Liu swung his hand fiercely, and the golden-armored warriors immediately charged at Ian Song.