The reborn concubine wants to divorce her husband

Chapter 1970 The momentum of the royal family

"Take your life!" One of the people on the other side said coldly, looking at the Pharaoh with a very unfriendly look.

"Oh? Take my life? That's a bit difficult..." Pharaoh said with a smile. Although he had already made up his mind, he still asked: "Then can I ask why you want to kill me?

When did I offend you?" The purpose of asking this is to confirm whether the person coming is a member of the royal family. If so, he can keep alive and use it to make some excuses.

"Offended?!" The man in the middle sneered, "More than offended! You yelled at the royal family in front of the whole city and made the royal family lose face. Do you think you can get out of here alive?" After that, the man held up his hands.

With a wave, "Go!"

"Yes!" The figures stepped forward one after another, surrounded the Pharaoh, and were ready to attack.

The Pharaoh raised his head, drank all the wine in the jug, and threw the empty jug aside.

This action just ignited the tense momentum, and the ten people who had just surrounded him rushed forward one after another. When the Pharaoh raised his hand, the thunder elements in the air were mobilized, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

The difference in numbers did not affect the outcome of the battle. Amidst the lightning and thunder, ten black figures fell down one after another! What was even more shocking was that except for the prince who just spoke, everyone else died on the spot!

"Hey, a bunch of rookies." The Pharaoh clapped his hands and removed the move with a wave of his hand, and the thunder elements in the air returned to calm.

The prince who fell to the ground looked at the Pharaoh with horrified eyes, and was shocked in his heart; how could it be possible? Because he knew that the Pharaoh was a summoner, he deliberately brought double the fighting power, but he did not expect to be defeated like this.

But he didn't know that Pharaoh's strength was real. Even if he met a summoner of the same level, it wouldn't be a problem to fight against many summoners.

"Hey! Brat!" The Pharaoh ignored the prince's horrified gaze, stepped on his chest, and said condescendingly: "I want to ask you, do you know why that king is unwilling to join the alliance?!"

After the battle, this is what he wants to ask.

"I...I don't know." The prince didn't expect that he would target him, and he said hesitantly, "I'm just on a mission, how could I know those things..."

"Mission?" The Pharaoh raised his eyebrows, and stepped on the prince's chest with his foot that instantly increased his strength.

The prince said "Ah" and held the Pharaoh's leg in pain, but he had no strength to fight back and his face was ferocious.

After a while, when the pain was enough, Pharaoh raised his feet and said: "Don't play tricks on me. That emperor was so polite to me, he would definitely not kill me. If it was really for the sake of the royal family's face, I'm afraid he would have died early."

Wouldn't it better reflect the aura of the royal family if you come out to kill me when I curse?"

"..." The prince looked at Pharaoh with a pale face, not knowing what to say.

"You brat, you care so much about the face of the royal family, and you can mobilize so many powerful people, you must be of high status, and you must be a member of the royal family. Could it be that... you are a prince? You want to take credit because you are not favored?

"Pharaoh touched his chin and thought. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, but he never thought that the person in front of him would be the prince.

"I...I'm not..." the prince whispered, trying to defend himself.

"Tch." Pharaoh snorted coldly, "Do you think I believe it? But since you are just an unpopular prince, then it doesn't matter if you kill him..."

(End of chapter)