Across the vast white jade plaza, a sea of people surged. The prodigies filling the sky were like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their own divine powers as they advanced toward the ancient battlefield.
At this moment, the Sixteenth Prince's face was filled with shock. He had yet to recover from the fact that the rogue cultivator youth he had scorned mere breaths ago had now charged into the ancient battlefield. Even the words Chen Fan had left behind before departing made his heart jolt, fury blazing within him!
"Ha... ha... has he got a death wish?" He was utterly stunned and could scarcely believe it. With anger rushing to his head, even his voice trembled.
"Sixteenth Prince, there is no need to mind him. Your words provoked him, so he rushed off to throw his life away!" Seeing this, a quick-witted, silver-tongued youth immediately stepped forth to console him.
Only then did the Sixteenth Prince's expression ease slightly. He drew a deep breath, then found his own reaction rather laughable.
"True enough. This world lacks no strong people, but there are always fools who have courage without strategy." The Sixteenth Prince shook his head, casting Chen Fan's earlier words from his mind.
Just then, as he gazed into the sky, a figure suddenly entered his view, turning into a streak of light as it shot toward the ancient battlefield.
"It's my imperial brother! He's been assigned to the seventy-fourth battlefield!" he said excitedly.
Several young women cheered as well. One of them said, "Sixteenth Prince, look! That man from before was also assigned to the seventy-fourth battlefield. It seems Prince Feng will deal with him!"
"Haha, just as expected. Today is truly satisfying." The Sixteenth Prince looked over at those words, and a relieved delight appeared