Divine Assistance

One move had done the trick, and the whole hall erupted in cheers.

"The Ninth Prince is mighty! He truly is the hope of our Great Yue's revival."

"This villain is so arrogant that none but the Ninth Prince can bring him to heel. We beg Your Majesty to name the Crown Prince without delay!"

"Water Gang Sha—so this is Water Gang Sha! To witness such a miraculous technique in my lifetime leaves me with no regrets, even in death."

"His Highness the Ninth Prince's might is divine! The lifeblood of Great Yue will never run dry!"

"..."

The crowd had been oppressed for far too long. Ever since Xu Yi had burst onto the scene, he had shone with blinding brilliance, like a god or demon. Everyone else paled beside him.

In literary contests, he possessed the astonishing Literary Fame of a Poet Immortal and Word Sage.

In matters of strategy, he was full of cunning schemes and unmatched in quick-witted adaptability.

In martial contests, Ji Lie had first lost in a test of strength, then been captured. After that, the world-renowned Xi Xuanji had died beneath his hand. And finally, nearly a thousand super-strong experts had been deployed, only for three thousand Black Tiger Army soldiers to be wiped out.

A man of such ability, such a fearsome villain, appeared only in tales and legends.

Now, he stood right before their eyes, as real as could be. How could they not be utterly shaken, or help feeling there was no way to rival him?

At last, Ji Lie, who had suffered defeat after defeat, had boldly entered the fray. One battle had wounded that fiend, and the Great Yue crowd's morale, crushed to the very brink, had found its breaking point. It surged up once, then again.

"Cowardly