A young man in a four-clawed dragon robe walked out of the room. His large, hooked nose radiated a fierce air, his eyes looked down on everyone, and he moved with a leisurely pace, an arrogant aura striking like summer lightning.,The Crown Prince's voice was as cold as ice: "Younger Brother, if you dare to vie for a woman with me, there is only one path left - death.",He merged with the memories of the Nine Princes, suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the ferocious Prince, and curled the corners of his lips into a faint smile: "Brother Prince, you might have lost... I'm still alive!"。