"You actually know the Dao Venerable's honored name? Very well. Since that's the case, I'll take my leave!" Murong Ling's expression shifted. He said no more, swallowed a healing pill, and his complexion improved somewhat. He immediately got to his feet and left.
With that, the second King-level examinee was eliminated.
While everyone was marveling at Lu Yang's strength, Li Chenliang walked over at an unhurried pace.
"Lu Yang, I accept your challenge."
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
Just moments ago, Li Chenliang had been unwilling to fight Lu Yang and had dodged the challenge with evasive words.
Now, however, he had done a complete about-face and said he would accept. It was truly unexpected.
"Heh, now that's more like the man I know!" one martial artist in the crowd said.
"Fight, fight! Better if you both end up badly wounded!" Monk Jile stood outside the crowd, watching the scene with a trace of scorn in his eyes.
As a martial artist from West Buddha Province, he couldn't have asked for anything better than to see two Great Jun martial artists—both exceptionally powerful and likely to become his greatest rivals in the future—turn on each other.
If they both suffered serious injuries and he could reap the benefits, successfully marrying the Princess, it would undoubtedly be a great victory for West Buddha Province. For the Great Jun Dynasty, by contrast, it would be a crushing humiliation.
Just then, on the high platform, Prime Minister Pei Du glanced at Li Cangkong beside him and said, "Your Majesty, challenges between martial artists are commonplace and need not be interfered with. But this concerns Her Highness the Princess's marriage. Could these two be allowed to fight at a later date?"
Beside him, Li Cangkong, who had always been at daggers drawn with