We Agreed You’d Just Play the Divine Son, So How Did You Become the Forbidden Zone Emperor? Chapter 39 : Chapter 39

Chapter 39. Breaking the Eternal Record — The Regret of the Followers!

The discussions within the arena seed endless.

Chu Feng’s token now appeared to radiate a blazing, immortal golden light. It was simply too dazzling.

Nine hundred zhang—he was unquestionably the champion. There was no second person who could surpass him.

The position of champion was certainly Chu Feng’s. There was no doubt about it. The mont he stepped out, the reward for first place could practically be handed to him on the spot.

Among the murmuring crowd, aside from the great figures of the imperial clan—

There were also many heaven’s chosen from across the Eastern Wasteland who had co to follow the princes and princesses of the Great Chu Dynasty.

At this mont, they too were utterly stunned.

In truth, the reason these talents from all corners of the Eastern Wasteland chose to follow the imperial heirs was simple.

By attaching themselves to a colossal force, they gained support. In this vast and boundless Eastern Wasteland—where ancient overlords lurked everywhere—they could secure at least a foothold.

Of course, these heaven’s chosen were not without ambition.

Naturally, they wished to follow soone of limitless potential.

Many of them had not thought highly of Chu Feng at all. In their eyes, he was rely a wastrel whose future limit would perhaps be the Condensing Dao Realm.

And even then, it would be the most hollow kind of Condensing Dao Realm—one piled up artificially with Divine Source Stones, heavenly treasures, and spiritual pills. A superficial waste, nothing more.

Such a person was unworthy of allegiance. No matter how exalted his status, they held him in quiet disdain.

But now, the situation had changed dramatically.

Chu Feng had broken an eternal record and reached nine hundred zhang.

That ant he was an absolutely terrifying heaven’s chosen—peerless and unmatched!

Many talents from the Eastern Wasteland were red-eyed with envy, filled with regret over their earlier choices.

How wonderful it would have been to follow Chu Feng.

It was not hard to imagine that after the Heavenly Hunt Ceremony, Chu Feng would receive extraordinary treatnt and be cultivated as the next Holy Emperor.

As his followers, they too would bask in limitless glory!

At this mont, in a corner of the arena—

Xia Zixuan, the only person who had chosen to follow Chu Feng this ti, wore a sowhat complicated expression.

“Nine hundred zhang…”

She murmured softly, her eyes flickering. She was astonished by Chu Feng’s result.

Yet in her heart, there was deep confusion.

After all, Chu Feng had always been a wastrel. Xia Zixuan had spent considerable effort choosing whom to follow.

Her understanding of Chu Feng was perhaps even deeper than that of his personal maids.

In her perception, Chu Feng could not possibly possess such strength!

Had he used so special treasure or divine artifact?

If that were the case, could such results even count?

There were not few within the arena who shared Xia Zixuan’s doubts.

At least two-thirds of the people were filled with suspicion toward Chu Feng.

Many great figures of the imperial clan turned their gazes toward Consort Yu.

“With Chu Feng’s strength, is it truly possible for him to break an eternal record and beco the sole champion of a new generation?”

“Chu Feng’s na has always been famous. I cannot help but wonder whether he relied on so external object.”

“External object… Hiss. If he used an outside treasure to claim first place, would that even count? That would be disgraceful.”

Many imperial elders spoke openly, their eyes directed toward Consort Yu.

Consort Yu’s expression remained calm.

Quite a few suspected that she had bestowed upon Chu Feng so incomparably terrifying treasure or artifact—

Which had enabled him to break the eternal record and sweep the entire field.

However, only Consort Yu herself knew what level the Dragon-Sealing Needle she had given Chu Feng truly was.

At most, it could have helped him secure a position within the top five. Even the top three would have been impossible.

Let alone using the Dragon-Sealing Needle to seize first place and break an eternal record, becoming the sole champion!

It was absolutely impossible for it to be the Dragon-Sealing Needle’s doing.

Yet at this mont, Consort Yu said nothing. Her expression remained composed, as though she were concealing so private thought.

“My son… can he truly take the position of champion?”

Let alone the others’ doubts—even Consort Yu herself found it difficult to believe.

Just then—

The spatial vortex leading into the Royal Hunting Grounds suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

This instantly drew everyone’s attention.

They knew that Elder Zhao, who had entered earlier, was likely returning.

BOOM!!

A blazing light erupted, dazzling to the eyes.

Imdiately afterward, roughly a hundred young imperial talents burst out from the spatial vortex.

Thud, thud, thud…

As if hurled out by a powerful force.

Under normal circumstances, it was not yet ti for the Heavenly Hunt Ceremony to conclude.

Ordinarily, they would not have been able to exit. The formation would have restrained them.

Only a supre expert could forcibly throw them out using sheer magic power.

The heaven’s chosen who were cast out all appeared powerless, crashing onto the ground like sacks.

When everyone looked closely—

Nearly ninety-nine percent of them had sustained significant injuries.

Half of them were severely wounded, their auras weak and dispirited.

Among them, they even saw the heavily injured and unconscious Fourth Prince, Chu Tianchen!

“The Fourth Prince is out—but he is actually unconscious?”

“As long as he is not dead, his future remains boundless.”

Low murmurs spread.

Soon—

Among the hundred-plus young talents, everyone noticed a single upright figure.

Out of all those present, each had suffered injuries to varying degrees, none light. Most would require months of recuperation.

Yet he alone stood tall and proud.

A glance over his body revealed not only an absence of wounds—but not even a speck of dust upon him!

“The Third Prince… is completely unhard!”

“More than half of the imperial talents perished within the Royal Hunting Grounds. The rest were injured. Yet the Third Prince is in such a state—it is difficult to imagine!”

Many great figures of the imperial clan fixed their eyes upon Chu Feng.

Including the four Imperial Princes.

In that instant—

The gazes of the four Imperial Princes descended upon Chu Feng like mountains weighing billions of tons.

Chu Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He now possessed the Supre Immortal Bone and the Chaos Dual Pupils.

If they thought they could crush him rely with their gaze, that was nothing but wishful thinking.

At this mont, Consort Yu rose from her seat and spoke calmly:

“Your Highnesses, as Imperial Princes, you are placing rather excessive pressure upon my son.”

As she finished speaking, a gentle force enveloped Chu Feng, shielding him from the oppressive gazes of the four Imperial Princes.

They continued to scrutinize him, as though seeking to see through his very essence.

At this ti, the spatial vortex fluctuated violently once more.

In the next mont, the stooped Elder Zhao erged from within.

“Ahem.”

Elder Zhao coughed lightly. His eyes were calm as still water. He then bowed toward the Chu Emperor upon the dragon throne.

“Your Majesty the Holy Emperor, all surviving imperial talents within the Royal Hunting Grounds have been brought out.”

Upon the dragon throne, the Chu Emperor slowly opened his weary eyes and asked,

“How many remain?”

Elder Zhao replied evenly, “Four hundred thirty-seven entered. One hundred twenty-eight have erged.”

As his words fell—

The entire arena fell into dead silence.

The losses in this Heavenly Hunt Ceremony had reached a horrifying extent.

Far more than half had died—

Nearly three hundred heaven’s chosen had perished within it.