At this mont, the crowd fell into stunned silence. The Ninth Prince actually wanted to issue consecutive challenges, and this ti, it’s another Prince he’s challenging.
The people stayed quiet. Battles between Princes were not sothing they dared to comnt on lightly.
Regardless of whether it was the Seventh Prince or the Ninth Prince, they were both Princes, after all!
"Alright then, since my royal brother wants to spar with , I’ll not decline the invitation!"
The Seventh Prince naturally didn’t hesitate, for he was not truly the Seventh Prince to begin with.
The Soul Devouring Beast is extrely rare among the Demon Clan, and back when the blade-wielder helped the Seventh Prince first enter the Great Tang, it had been imnsely supportive of him. In fact, the very reason he could successfully replace the Seventh Prince was due to the Soul Devouring Beast’s assistance.
It could be said that the relationship between the two was deeply rooted. Now, the current Seventh Prince was already burning with fury, and even if it wasn’t for a mission, he would never let Ye Luo get away.
The Seventh Prince walked step by step toward Ye Luo, but with each step, his presence grew increasingly intense.
Clearly, he was gathering strength.
Consecutive battles?
Exhausted? Perhaps.
But Ye Luo was well aware that he could only fulfill the mission; after all, he was still just a pawn on the board!
"Die!"
"Lingyun Sword Technique—Sky Dominator Slash!"
"Imperial Dragon Art—Golden Imperial Dragon Seal!"
"Earth Fire, ignite for !"
Ye Luo struck, and he did so with everything he had, unleashing an all-out assault without restraint!
...
"They—they’re brothers, Princes, and yet they’re fighting to the death?"
"Isn’t Ninth His Highness going too far? Seventh His Highness hasn’t even made a move, yet he’s already aiming to kill!"
"Sigh, Ninth His Highness is far too ruthless!"
Once again, whispers spread in the crowd. So people never learn their lesson—had they forgotten the ti they had criticized Ye Luo’s feud with the blade-wielder?
"Pssh!"
Instant kill!
Unbelievably, it was a decisive instant kill. Not only was everyone else stunned, but even Ye Luo himself was astonished. Why did the Seventh Prince crumble so easily?
Ye Luo was montarily bewildered, but suddenly, a sense of foreboding shot through him.
"Crack crack crack!"
A strange sound echoed. The Seventh Prince, whose head had already been severed and whose body had been shattered into ruins, underwent a bizarre transformation.
In just monts, he turned into a mist of blood—yes, a blood mist that resembled a Demon Spirit!
But clearly, this ti, it was not a Demon Spirit.
"Damn it, so he’s part of the Demon Clan too! The Seventh Prince was actually a Demon Clan mber, one of their unique Spirit Guardian Beasts! A creature only the royal families of the Demon Clan are privileged to possess!"
Soone with wide-ranging knowledge recognized the unusual nature of the blood mist, their face brimming with shock.
As for those who were still murmuring about Ye Luo and the Seventh Prince’s lethal clash, they were left wide-eyed and speechless, unable to utter another word.
"You’re not bad; you actually managed to destroy my physical vessel. But fine, this vessel was boring anyway!"
An icy voice sounded, carrying an unsettling chill that sent shivers down spines.
And it was at this mont that people finally saw—within the enclosing blood mist appeared a tiny dwarf figure!
The dwarf was no taller than half a ter. Outside of this context, it would’ve been inconspicuous, but trapped within the body of the Seventh Prince, it was indeed stifling.
What sort of Demon Beast or Demon Clan mber was this?
The crowd was perplexed, for none had ever seen a Demon Clan being of this particular form.
Ye Luo gazed at the arrogant Demon Clan individual, the edges of his mouth curling into a smile. Revealing your true body here? You must be courting death. To think, this is the Great Tang Empire, the Imperial Capital, the Royal Academy!
Sure enough, at that very mont, two figures appeared simultaneously.
"Arrogant Demon Clan scum, prepare to die!"
Two Generals burst onto the scene, both radiating formidable power.
The two attacked simultaneously, unleashing an aura of ironclad resolve. Soldiers are forged in the depths of bloodied seas and mountainous corpses, embodying a relentless tenacity!
Swish swish!
Blade-light flashed, moving impossibly swiftly.
But eerily, their strikes didn’t land on the Demon Clan figure!
What’s more, Ye Luo was shocked to find that the Demon Clan’s speed was incomparably fast, leagues beyond his own.
"Ignorant humans! You think you can keep up with my speed?"
The Demon Clan figure was intensely smug. His boldness in revealing himself stemd from raw confidence—his speed ranked among the very top of the entire Demon Clan, let alone the Human Race.
From the start, he had never considered Ye Luo and the others worthy opponents. Truthfully, he hadn’t even thought of the Human Race overall as anything of significance.
The blade-wielder’s grueso death had enraged him to no end, which was the real reason he abandoned the human vessel and unveiled his true form. He wanted to avenge the blade-wielder under the banner of his Demon Clan identity!
In truth, his reveal was not spurred by Ye Luo, but by his own volition!
The Demon Clan figure was wildly arrogant, relying entirely on his speed, and paid absolutely no heed to any threats around him.
More strong individuals from the Great Tang Empire charged forward, evidently intending to test their luck in slaying the Demon Clan figure.
Unfortunately, none ca close to catching up with his speed.
"Haha, ignorant humans, do you seriously believe you can catch ? Haha, I go as I please, co as I wish. Your pitiful Human Race ans nothing to ..."
Suddenly, the Demon Clan figure fell silent.
For another voice had erged.
"What a chatterbox."
Boom!
A fearso power surged skyward—it was nothing more than a giant hand of Spiritual Power sweeping forth.
It was the Emissary of the Eighth Region!
The Emissary had taken action!
In an instant, the Demon Clan figure fell into absolute terror, pleading desperately, but alas...
Slay you. What does it matter to ?
Boom!
Blood rained down as the Demon Clan figure, who had rendered the Great Tang Empire’s elite completely helpless, was crushed midsky, annihilated to the point of absolute death!
The overwhelming aura and the icy words deeply rattled Ye Luo to his core. This was the stance of a true powerhouse?
This was the strength of a true elite!
Slay you. What does it matter to ?
Indeed, when it cos to killing you, it’s akin to crushing a re ant. No matter what you think, no matter if you’re willing or not—none of it matters to .
If I choose to end you, it’s unrelated to you in every way!
At this mont, Ye Luo felt an indescribable awe!
Such power—it truly originated from the Eighth Region!
This level of terror was unimaginable!
The Demon Clan elite, who had moved at unimaginable speeds, didn’t even manage to finish his sentence before eting his end!
Neither Ye Luo nor anyone else dared utter a single word now.
Terrifying—truly, incomparably terrifying!
"Enough. Continue. You—who’s next on your list to challenge? I don’t have much patience to play your little gas. If it weren’t for losing a bet, I wouldn’t have bothered coming to this trivial Ninth Region!"
Soone couldn’t help but swallow audibly, startled by the Emissary’s dominating presence. Yet to their dismay, they realized the sound of their gulp was deafening in its volu!
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