This Seventh Prince Is No Simple Man

On the preparation platform, the Nine Princes saw the Jinghong King, and fervor flashed through their eyes. Every one of them dreamed of having such a day themselves.

A peerless king, standing above tens of thousands!

The Jinghong King walked to the highest point of the Martial Arena. He swept his gaze around, and his calm voice echoed out:

"Today is the Battle for Succession of our Jinghong Empire. Thank you all for coming to lend your support."

"Who will become the next Jinghong King shall also be decided today."

As the Jinghong King's voice rang out, heaven-piercing cheers erupted from the Martial Arena. Countless people had excitement written all over their faces.

After it continued for a while, the Jinghong King raised a hand slightly, and the noise abruptly ceased, returning once more to utter silence.

Such was the influence of a king. Every word and gesture was enough to make all living beings bow their heads.

The Jinghong King sat upon his throne and said indifferently, "The rules of the Battle for Succession are already clear. Each of you may rely on your own abilities and use whatever methods you have."

"Since that is the case, let it begin."

The moment his words fell, a figure suddenly shot out from the preparation platform. He held a long blade, and boundless battle intent radiated from his entire body.

Boom!

A figure crashed heavily onto the enormous arena at the center of the Martial Arena, the sound exploding beside everyone's ears as though they had suffered a heavy blow.

It had begun!

Countless people's eyes burned with excitement and fervor. This was a battle between Void Refinement stage cultivators.

Though the Jinghong Empire was powerful, cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm still made up eighty percent of its population.

Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were fairly common, but above that, cultivators began to grow scarce.

Yet almost everyone participating in today's Battle for Succession was a Void Refinement stage expert. How could they not be excited to witness a battle between such powerful figures?

When they turned their eyes toward the stage, they immediately recognized who this person was.

The Mingtai Sect's sect master, a Late Void Refinement Stage cultivator, Ji Wuchang.

He was also a cultivator under the First Prince.

"As expected of the First Prince. He sent someone up the moment it began. His confidence is truly overwhelming."

"Victory to the First Prince!"

"Victory to the First Prince!"

Cheers immediately rang out.

On the elevated platform of the Martial Arena, Ji Wuchang's eyes were filled with coldness as he turned to look toward the preparation platform behind him.

"On behalf of the First Prince, I challenge Gongsun Yang under the Seventh Prince."

"Please enlighten me!"

Within the preparation platform, Gongsun Yang's expression was incomparably grave.

Ji Wuchang was far stronger than him, and he was also a Blade Cultivator. This battle was almost certainly a defeat.

Lin Jin sent him a voice transmission. "Mr. Gongsun, if you cannot defeat him, admit defeat immediately. On the surface, this Battle for Succession is still meant to be a sparring match. With Father watching, he definitely will not dare to kill you."

"Just do your best."

Gongsun Yang nodded solemnly, then directly tore through space and arrived atop the arena.

In an instant, the entire venue was ignited once more.

"A battle between Void Refinement stage cultivators—I've never seen one in my life. Who would have thought that one day, I could watch it from so close?"

"What a pity. Gongsun Yang will probably lose. I dare not say much else, but the Seventh Prince definitely has no chance in this succession battle."

"The Seventh Prince has no capable people under him. Having a Mid Void Refinement Stage Gongsun Yang is already not bad."

"You cannot put it that way. Does the Seventh Prince have no followers because his own strength is mediocre? If he were powerful, even if he only had one Void Refinement stage cultivator, he would not have merely two followers, would he?"

Somewhere among the spectator seats, a breathtakingly beautiful woman's eyes were filled with worry.

Lin Yimeng clutched her clothes tightly, her heart tense beyond measure.

Teacher, you must not let anything happen to you.

Ji Wuchang was in the Late Void Refinement Stage and possessed exceptional talent. He had reached his current cultivation before even turning two thousand, while her teacher Gongsun Yang had little lifespan remaining.

The difference between them was obvious at a glance.

The eunuch beside the Jinghong King spoke. "Begin."

The next moment.

Two powerful auras swept out. A sharp blade gleam tore through the sky, slashing toward Gongsun Yang like a startling swan.

Gongsun Yang formed hand seals, the power within his body surging wildly.

Mountain Splitting Seal!

An enormous dark green seal crashed toward the Blade Qi.

Boom!

An explosion erupted, and the violent wind tore through the air with unceasing howls.

That was merely one collision. If the Martial Arena had not been protected by an array, who knew how many people would have died from the aftershock?

This was the power of Void Refinement stage experts!

Gongsun Yang was sent flying. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his aura was somewhat disordered. There had been no probing between the two; they had unleashed their ultimate moves from the start.

But clearly, Gongsun Yang had lost.

Ji Wuchang sneered, his eyes filled with indifference.

He raised his hand again. His Blade Intent shot into the heavens and pierced the clouds. At this moment, he himself seemed like a blade.

The next moment, Ji Wuchang vanished from where he stood, transforming into a streak of light as he charged toward Gongsun Yang.

"Teacher!"

Lin Yimeng rose to her feet, her eyes full of concern.

"It seems Gongsun Yang is going to lose. The gap between their strength is simply too great."

"Ji Wuchang can be considered a genius. Back then, he even fought a Void Refinement Perfection cultivator. Naturally, his strength is not something a Mid Void Refinement Stage cultivator like Gongsun Yang can compare to."

No one found Gongsun Yang's imminent defeat strange.

It was only natural.

Gongsun Yang watched Ji Wuchang charge at him at lightning speed. His eyes were full of coldness, yet he charged forward without the slightest fear.

Seeing this, countless people shook their heads even more.

He was clearly weaker than his opponent, yet he refused to avoid the edge of the blade. If that was not courting death, what was?

What an idiot.

Ji Wuchang sneered, the blade in his hand growing increasingly sharp. Even the surrounding spectators felt their eyes sting merely from looking at it.

"Die!"

Just as the two were about to collide, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared in Gongsun Yang's hand.

Hum!

The void suddenly began to tremble, and a vast Sword Intent spread out.

What was this!?

Gravely, Ji Wuchang's eyes flickered. That Sword Intent made goosebumps rise all over him, as though he had encountered his natural nemesis.

The next moment.

Golden light filled his vision and instantly pierced through Ji Wuchang's neck, severing his entire head.

He did not even have time to react before he was slain outright.

It was not over yet. The golden gleam did not stop, directly piercing through the Martial Arena's array. Only after leaving behind an enormous breach did it finally come to a halt.

"How... is that possible!?"

Ji Wuchang's pupils widened continuously, and the aura of life rapidly drained from him. His voice was filled with disbelief.

How could he possibly lose!?

Thud, thud...

His head fell to the ground with crisp sounds, and everyone in the Martial Arena was stunned.

Ji Wuchang had lost!

No one had expected this. They had originally believed Gongsun Yang would dye the arena in blood with the next move, but reality had turned upside down.

Ji Wuchang had been beheaded.

The sudden reversal caught everyone completely off guard, leaving faint confusion in their eyes.

What had just happened?

Upon the throne, the Jinghong King narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the array that had been torn open, then said with interest:

"Heavenly Sword Mountain—the Sword King's Sword Intent."

"This Seventh Prince... is no simple man."