Ye Luo’s heart surged with emotion. At this mont, he truly understood that the path of strength was boundless. Perhaps he had grown sowhat complacent before!
Ye Luo turned around, directing his gaze toward his final target.
"Prince Bei, it’s your turn!"
Your turn?
What does that an? Could it be that the Ninth Prince’s challenges had been planned in a specific order all along?
Suddenly, people recalled that both of Ye Luo’s defeated targets were mbers of the Demon Clan.
Could it be that this Prince Bei, eldest son of the Bei Royal Mansion, is also of the Demon Clan?
At this mont, Prince Bei’s expression shifted drastically. Although the other two had not perished directly by Ye Luo’s hand, the fact remained that Ye Luo had initiated the challenges!
The three of them were, without a doubt, the highest-ranking Demon Clan mbers within the Great Tang Empire, effectively their top agents.
Could it be that the Ninth Prince had seen through their true identities?
No, that’s impossible. If he had uncovered their identities, it wouldn’t make sense for him to wait until now to act.
Perhaps it was rely by chance.
No, he absolutely couldn’t afford to fight this damn Ninth Prince. Ye Luo was practically a nesis for the Demon Clan. Engaging him would only lead to death!
"Your Highness, I wouldn’t dare raise a hand against you. I concede! I concede—does that not suffice?"
Prince Bei’s thoughts raced, but the words he chose were ones of submission. He even displayed extraordinary deference toward Ye Luo, as though in fear of Ye Luo’s authority.
"Oh, concede? Are you telling you’ll give up this opportunity?"
Ye Luo was aware that the Demon Clan’s goal was to gain access to the Eighth Region, as this ti, the Emissary hadn’t restricted entry solely to mbers of the Human Race.
Was he truly planning to abandon his mission?
But Ye Luo didn’t know that having just killed two Demon Clan leaders, he had already caused this particular mber of the Demon Clan to be overco with terror.
At the sa ti, Prince Bei dared not act recklessly—even for the grand ambition of his clan!
The Demon Clan had only five top agents within the Great Tang Empire. If he were to die, it would an losing three of the five, greatly derailing their future plans.
Thus, this Demon surrendered willingly.
"Your Highness, what words to you utter? My companions and I have always been your loyal servants. If you desire my position, it is yours for the taking without hesitation!"
How eloquent!
Ye Luo’s lips curled into a smile. If he hadn’t already known this guy’s true identity, he might actually believe Prince Bei was a loyal servant of the Great Tang Empire!
What a pity. No amount of performance could salvage him, because Ye Luo had already received intelligence from the Border Guards.
"Die!"
Suddenly, Ye Luo leaped off the arena. Ignoring the rules, he charged at Prince Bei with intent to kill.
...
"This kid is quite interesting!"
The Emissary smiled faintly, his gaze falling upon Ye Luo. In his eyes, being assigned to the Eighth Region was an insult. At this juncture, only Ye Luo’s actions had piqued his interest.
In fact, he was already considering taking Ye Luo away.
Selecting individuals?
That was entirely the business of the Great Tang Empire—the so-called top three rankings, so-called outstanding talent?
It was nothing more than the Empire’s arbitrary criteria.
The Emissary was indeed here to recruit, but there were no fixed standards. The sole criterion was whether or not he personally liked the candidate!
Prince Bei attempted to resist, but at this mont, it was no longer within the rules of the arena. Yun Liancheng, who had accompanied Ye Luo for a long ti, knew him well enough to understand his character.
And Princess Ling Xue? There was no doubt about her loyalty; in her eyes, she already saw herself as Ye Luo’s person.
With these two acting decisively, they imdiately stepped in to assist Ye Luo.
Moreover, with Ye Luo’s earlier slaughter of two Demon Clan mbers fresh in everyone’s minds.
Now, none dared to question Ye Luo’s actions. So lent him their aid, while others, even if they didn’t intervene, quickly distanced themselves.
Prince Bei’s face twisted with terror and disbelief as he shouted, "Your Highness! If I have offended you in any way, I beg for your forgiveness. I’m willing to offer everything in reparation—please, state your wishes!"
He uttered these words while dropping to his knees, his deanor suggesting he had been utterly oppressed by Ye Luo.
What a pity. No matter how much he pleaded and feigned vulnerability.
Ye Luo remained relentless.
"Slash!"
Sword Qi erupted forward.
It was about to strike Prince Bei when he suddenly raised a hand, summoning a protective barrier to fend off the attack.
"Ninth Prince, since you leave no way out, I have no choice but to fight!"
As he spoke, Prince Bei finally revealed his weapon.
Truthfully, the display even managed to stir apprehension among so, causing a portion of the onlookers to hesitate.
But fortunately, there were still those who trusted Ye Luo and struck without hesitation.
This was no longer the arena. Victories through gang-up tactics here only broke Great Tang laws, not the academy’s arena rules.
But with the Imperial Guards stationed around and Ye Luo being a Prince.
Breaking laws seed inconsequential, as interference from outsiders was unthinkable.
Under the coordinated assault, no matter how deceitful the Demon tried to be, he eventually revealed his true form, and his end ca in an instant.
"Alright, my task is complete. You may continue your challenges."
Ye Luo spoke indifferently, stepping back as though ready to leave.
What!
Could it be that the Ninth Prince’s sole motivation here was to kill these three Demon Clan mbers?
Stunned and incredulous, the so-called elites of the Royal Academy could no longer count the tis they had been shaken today—so much so that they had grown numb to shock.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Ye Luo dared not ignore it, for it ca from the lips of the Emissary sent from the Eighth Region.
"Ye Luo greets the elder."
There was no way Ye Luo would show disrespect. To slight the Emissary would be akin to courting death.
"Haha, no need for formalities. You’re a prince of the Great Tang Empire? Not bad. Co, follow to the Eighth Region!"
...
"The Eighth Region! The Ninth Prince has been chosen!"
"My goodness, the Ninth Prince is so lucky!"
"Why couldn’t I have the sa fortune..."
The audience buzzed with excitent at the powerful figure’s words, sparking endless chatter.
However, Ye Luo stood up, smiling at the Emissary as he responded, "Apologies, elder. As a prince of the Great Tang, my Empire requires . Though I am deeply grateful for your kindness, I cannot follow you to the Eighth Region. Ye Luo thanks you sincerely for your generosity."
He refused. He actually refused!
For a mont, silence pervaded the field. The crowd had once again been rendered speechless by sheer astonishnt.
Even the Emissary hadn’t anticipated being turned down after extending his invitation!
"Are you sure about your decision?"
The Emissary questioned Ye Luo.
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