Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

“Tsk, aren’t you a capable one?”

Zhan Beiye clicked his tongue, looking at him with a mocking smile.

It did not matter if he was abandoned. He had long given up on Zhanling Empire. However, if people from Zhanling Empire wanted to interfere with his power at Huayan Peak, they would have to see if he would allow it.

He approached Ming Fucheng, crouched down to look at him, and gave him a hard slap.

“Kid, having confidence is good, but overconfidence is arrogance. Even Yue Qingcheng wouldn’t dare to disrespect me. Aren’t you a capable one?” “You—” Ming Fucheng was furious at his contemptuous look.

However, he was powerless against Zhan Beiye. Not only was Zhan Beiye’s Original Soul energy stronger than his, but he was also right in saying that he could not do anything to him.

Zhan Beiye, in particular, was the natural enemy of all the lords on Huayan Peak!

The words Ming Fucheng said just now were spoken in a moment of foolishness, and he regretted them immediately. He should not have provoked Zhan Beiye.

“What about me?” Zhan Beiye asked as he pointed at himself.

Of course, he did not expect Ming Fucheng to answer his question. Instead, he turned to look at Qian Jiyun.

“What are you going to do with him?”

“What do you want to do?” Qian Jiyun asked Zhan Beiye and Xiang Qiyan.

“What else? We can’t actually kill him, can we?” Xiang Qiyan glanced at Zhan Beiye helplessly.

He did not care about killing a person. He had killed many at Huayan Peak. Many disobedient people had died at his hands.

However, Ming Fucheng was different. He was from the same plane as Zhan Beiye. Killing him would cause trouble for him. Qian Jiyun must have thought so too.

“Then let’s do this.”

Qian Jiyun had made up his mind. He clenched his fists and walked slowly toward Ming Fucheng.

“What… what are you trying to do?”

When Ming Fucheng saw Qian Jiyun and Xiang Qiyan walking toward him maliciously, he knew something was wrong and instinctively wanted to retreat.

However, Zhan Beiye was right in front of him. How could he give him a chance to escape?

Zhan Beiye reached out his large hand and grabbed Ming Fucheng’s collar.

“You want to escape? Don’t you know that you can run this time, but I’ll get you sooner or later?”

“No, you can’t kill me. I’m the Crown Prince of Yueming Empire Empire. In the future… Ah!”

Before Ming Fucheng could finish speaking, he felt countless punches on his body and face. He could only scream.

“Crown Prince? To hell with that!” Xiang Qiyan cursed as he punched Ming Fucheng mercilessly.

“With a crown prince like you, Yueming Empire will be heading toward ruin! I hope you can become the crown prince soon!” Zhan Beiye said.

If Ming Fucheng became the Crown Prince of Yueming Empire, he would destroy the entire country sooner or later.

Yet he still had the audacity to declare that he was the Crown Prince of

Yueming Empire?

After a while, the three of them stopped. Xiang Qiyan pursed his lips when he saw Ming Fucheng lying on the ground on his last breath. “He’s too weak. How can he be the Crown Prince?”

“I haven’t even warmed up, but he’s about to die?”

Zhan Beiye was also helpless. He had thought they could play with this thing for a while longer..