The Seventh Prince Was Doomed to Lose

On the preparation platform.

The princes all wore looks of shock. Ji Wuchang had actually been killed outright—something none of them had expected.

Several princes narrowed their eyes at Lin Jin. Luckily, they had all planned to eliminate Lin Jin first. Otherwise, he might truly have slipped through the cracks and reaped the gains.

From that majestic Sword Intent just now, they had roughly guessed the origin of Lin Jin's treasure.

Heavenly Sword Mountain!

This was a powerful King Tier force, and Heavenly Sword Mountain's Sword King was an immensely powerful Sword Cultivator at the Integrated Body Middle Stage.

Back when the Jinghong King had yet to break through to the Half-step Guiyuan Realm, the Sword King had even been able to fight the Jinghong King.

Of course, that was certainly no longer possible now.

Within the Jinghong Empire, only the Sword King could possess such powerful Sword Intent.

That flash of golden light just now must have contained one strike from the Sword King. Only then could it have slain Ji Wuchang.

The First Prince's expression was incomparably grim, his eyes icy to the extreme. He had actually lost another Late Void Refinement Stage expert.

These people were not only those representing him in the Battle for Succession; after he ascended the throne, they would also be his key ministers. The death of any one of them was an enormous loss.

Lin Mu cast Lin Jin a frosty glance, then said blandly:

"Seventh Brother, what fine methods you have!"

Lin Jin stood with his hands behind his back, not bothering to respond to him at all.

Seeing this, Lin Mu sneered. "I'd like to see how many more trump cards you have."

"Wei Zhou, you go."

Behind him, an ordinary-looking man stepped forward. His aura was not weak either; he was likewise at the Late Void Refinement Stage.

However, his aura was slightly weaker than Ji Wuchang's. This man was Wei Zhou, the sect master of the Myriad Talisman Sect.

He himself was also a High-grade Rank 7 Talisman Master and carried countless treasures. His ability to preserve his life was extremely strong. Even if Gongsun Yang had more trump cards, as long as he was careful, it would be difficult for Gongsun Yang to kill him.

Wei Zhou cupped his hands toward Lin Mu, then vanished directly from the preparation platform.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived atop the arena.

The rules of the Battle for Succession were that you could challenge anyone, and anyone could challenge you. There was no option to refuse.

Of course, you could choose to concede.

But conceding was equivalent to elimination. You could no longer issue challenges or be challenged.

The victor, however, had much greater freedom. They could choose to continue challenging others or recover and recuperate.

At this moment.

Everyone watched the two people on the arena, their eyes filled with gravity.

After Ji Wuchang's death, they no longer dared to look down on Gongsun Yang as much as before.

"Sure enough, none of the Nine Princes are simple figures."

"Isn't that obvious? But I don't think a trump card like that can keep appearing, can it?"

"As if he has more. That Sword Intent just now was obviously from some great expert in the Body Integration Realm. If the Seventh Prince had many treasures like that, they might as well hand him the throne directly."

Although Gongsun Yang had killed Ji Wuchang, most people still believed the Seventh Prince had reached the end of the road.

Could he win?

That was simply impossible.

Gao Eunuch's voice rang out again. "Begin."

As his voice fell, Wei Zhou flicked his hand, and a talisman shot toward Gongsun Yang. It exploded in midair, turning into a towering flood that surged forth to kill.

This talisman still possessed enough power to kill a Void Refinement stage cultivator. Even Gongsun Yang's expression changed drastically.

His eyes were full of solemnity. This time, defeat was certain; his only goal was to injure Wei Zhou and weaken his strength.

With that thought, Gongsun Yang's aura rose to its peak. His eyes reddened as he charged toward Wei Zhou.

"Kill!"

Wei Zhou sneered. "You think you can block my Heavenly Sea Talisman? You don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth!"

The towering flood instantly swept Gongsun Yang into its midst. The immense tearing force nearly ripped him into four pieces. He exhausted every means at his disposal before finally escaping.

"Bang!"

Gongsun Yang collapsed to the ground. He was now drenched in blood, and his aura had withered to the extreme.

Just one talisman had been enough to make Gongsun Yang unable to endure. This was the strength of the Late Void Refinement Stage.

For most ordinary cultivators, they did not possess the ability to kill enemies above their rank. Even when facing someone merely one minor realm above themselves, they could only be beaten down.

What was more, to probe out Gongsun Yang's other trump cards, Wei Zhou had used his strongest talisman from the very start.

The Heavenly Sea Talisman.

It posed an enormous threat even to Late Void Refinement Stage cultivators, let alone Gongsun Yang, who was only at the Mid Void Refinement Stage. It was already exceedingly rare that he had managed to keep his life.

Wei Zhou sneered. "What? No more trump cards?"

As he spoke, a fiery red talisman appeared in his hand. It radiated terrifying power, and the temperature across the entire arena suddenly rose.

Just as Wei Zhou was about to use it, Gongsun Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I concede."

The moment those words were spoken, a wave of scornful voices rang out through the Martial Arena.

Wei Zhou narrowed his eyes and put away the talisman in his hand, a cold smile hanging on his face.

Refusing to concede meant death. Conceding also meant death.

Once the Seventh Prince was defeated and the First Prince ascended the throne, he certainly would not spare them.

Gongsun Yang struggled to his feet and vanished from the arena. When he appeared again, he had already returned to the preparation platform.

He came before Lin Jin and said apologetically:

"Your Highness, I am sorry!"

Lin Jin shook his head to indicate it was nothing. "Mr. Gongsun, rest well first."

At this moment, Wei Zhou spoke loudly from atop the arena once more.

"I challenge Zhang Yang under the Seventh Prince."

Lin Jin had only one Early Void Refinement Stage cultivator and one Nascent Soul Stage cultivator left. As long as he dealt with this Void Refinement stage cultivator, the remaining Nascent Soul Stage cultivator would basically pose no threat whatsoever.

Just as Zhang Yang was about to head onto the arena, Lin Jin stopped him.

"Concede."

Zhang An's injuries had not yet fully recovered. Going up to fight Wei Zhou would be nothing but courting death; he might not even get the chance to shout his surrender.

Zhang An glanced at Lin Jin, then immediately spoke loudly.

"I concede."

As the voice rang out from the preparation platform, the expressions of everyone throughout the Martial Arena became somewhat strange.

"What is this? Is the Seventh Prince about to be finished already?"

"There is only a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator left. Isn't that ironclad doom? Even if he has some hidden trump card like before, the gap between the Void Refinement stage and the Nascent Soul Stage is far too great. Even with a powerful magical artifact, he might not be able to use it."

"It looks like the Seventh Prince will be the first to leave."

"I wonder what he was thinking, bringing a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator here. Is this a joke? Hahaha."

"I reckon that Nascent Soul Stage cultivator will be killed in an instant."

On the arena, a mocking look also flashed through Wei Zhou's eyes.

"I challenge... Su Chen, under the Seventh Prince."

On the preparation platform, Lin Jin looked toward Su Chen behind him, then cupped his hands.

"I'll trouble you."

Seeing this, the other princes all revealed mocking expressions.

"Has Seventh Brother gone mad? He is being so respectful toward a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. Does he think a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator can win?"

"It seems Seventh Brother wants to win too badly. He has already started acting abnormal."

Su Chen nodded, then slowly stepped away from the preparation platform. His figure drifted upward before lightly landing atop the arena.

His aura remained at the Nascent Soul Stage throughout. For him, only by suppressing his cultivation could he enjoy the pleasure that battle brought at this level.

Otherwise, it would just be one slash for nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Seeing Su Chen's somewhat youthful appearance, quite a few people in the Martial Arena revealed looks of disdain.

He really was at the Nascent Soul Stage. It seemed the Seventh Prince was doomed to lose.