Seven Innate Masters, Victory Is Mine!

The joy of victory had only just begun to linger in Lin Hao's heart before it was washed away entirely in this very moment.

Lin Hanzhou!

This eleventh brother, whom he had never once taken seriously, had appeared here now like a ghost.

The more composed the other party appeared, the more panicked Lin Hao felt inside.

"You... who exactly are you?"

The Ninth Prince, Lin Hao, narrowed his eyes, his voice laced with a hint of wariness.

The Xiantian experts under his command, who had just emerged from a bloody battle, also turned their gazes toward this uninvited guest, their expressions guarded.

They could sense that the man was also a Xiantian expert, and a formidable one at that.

No wonder he could enter alone; it turned out he had such reliance.

Who would have thought that the Eleventh Prince, usually considered a martial arts failure, was actually a Xiantian expert?

This bizarre sense of dissonance cast a shadow over the hearts of everyone present.

Lin Hanzhou did not answer, simply taking a step forward and walking slowly toward the center of the field.

He remained as calm and indifferent as ever, as if he hadn't even seen Lin Hao and his men.

"Halt! Take one more step and you will be executed without mercy!"

One of the Xiantian experts under Lin Hao's command shouted sharply.

Lin Hanzhou acted as if he hadn't heard, his pace remaining unchanged.

Seeing the man completely ignore him, Lin Hao's expression turned ugly at once.

As a noble prince, when had he ever been treated like this?

Even Xiantian experts were required to be respectful in his presence; how could someone dare to ignore him now?

"All of you, attack together! Kill him for me!"

Lin Hao did not hesitate any longer, issuing a cold command.

In his view, no matter what the man relied on, he was merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot against the combined assault of several Xiantian experts.

One had to know that he had a full eight Xiantian experts under his command.

Although they had all expended some energy in the previous battle, only one was heavily wounded by hidden weapons, while the remaining seven had only sustained minor injuries.

With such a lineup, even a third-stage Xiantian expert would be forced to meet their end on the spot.

Seven Xiantian experts—the advantage is mine!

Receiving the order, the seven Xiantian experts did not hesitate, simultaneously channeling the true qi within their bodies.

They lunged from seven different directions, closing in on Lin Hanzhou like a pack of wolves hunting a rabbit.

The attacks of the seven men wove into an inescapable net, completely sealing off all room for Lin Hanzhou to dodge.

Yet, facing an encirclement that would drive any other Xiantian expert to despair, Lin Hanzhou merely offered a scornful smile.

It was the smile of a hunter watching prey fall into a trap.

Lin Hanzhou's figure moved, vanishing from his spot in an instant like a phantom.

The next moment, he had already bypassed all the attacks and appeared behind one of the Xiantian martial artists, his long sword suddenly unsheathed!

"Swish!"

A flash of cold light streaked by, and the Xiantian martial artist didn't even have time to let out a scream before his head was severed by Lin Hanzhou's blade.

Blood gushed out like a fountain as his body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The remaining six Xiantian experts were all startled, their momentum faltering.

They could not believe their eyes; how could a Xiantian expert be killed so effortlessly?

Even a third-stage Xiantian expert couldn't achieve such an instant kill, could they?

What exactly was the man's cultivation level? Could he be a legendary fifth-stage Xiantian?

For a moment, the six Xiantian experts felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they began to retreat while huddling together.

Seeing this, Lin Hanzhou did not hesitate, raising his sword and charging toward them.

Having observed the battle just moments ago, he had already grasped the level of the Xiantian martial artists in this world.

To this, he could only say: weak, truly far too weak.

In his eyes, the way these Xiantian martial artists utilized spiritual energy was incredibly crude.

As for their cultivation techniques and martial skills, they were riddled with flaws, likely failing to even meet the standard of being graded.

Under such conditions, killing them was as easy as turning over his hand.

His figure wove through the six men with ease, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll through a garden.

Every time he appeared, it was accompanied by a flash of sword light, followed by the head of another Xiantian expert being lopped off.

In just a few moments, all six Xiantian experts had been slaughtered by his hand.

Witnessing the entire ordeal, the Ninth Prince Lin Hao stared at the corpses strewn across the ground in utter disbelief.

He refused to believe that his opponent possessed such terrifying strength; seven Xiantian experts had not even managed to last a single exchange!

"Im... impossible, how could you be this strong!"

Lin Hao looked at Lin Hanzhou in terror, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The confidence and composure he usually wore vanished in that instant, replaced by endless horror and despair.

He could never have dreamed that his seven Xiantian powerhouses, joining forces, would be defeated so thoroughly and miserably.

"Nothing is impossible. Now, it is time for me to send you on your way."

Lin Hanzhou's voice was flat, as indifferent as if he were stating the most mundane of facts.

Yet, those plain words, falling into the ears of the Ninth Prince Lin Hao, were more terrifying than the most vicious curse in the world.

"No... don't come over here!"

Lin Hao shrieked in panic, stumbling backward as he tried to flee the scene.

But he tripped over a corpse, falling to the ground in a pathetic heap.

The icy blood soaked his python robe, and the pungent stench of gore nearly made him retch.

He was afraid.

He was truly, deathly afraid.

He had spent his entire life enduring, plotting, cultivating his own forces in the shadows, and even bearing the infamy of fratricide.

With the supreme throne finally within his reach, how could he be willing, how could he accept, dying here?

"Eleventh Brother, I was wrong, I was truly wrong!"

"I beg you, do not kill me! As long as you spare my life, I am willing to serve you as your loyal dog!"

Lin Hao scrambled to his knees before Lin Hanzhou, abandoning all dignity as he pleaded bitterly.

"The throne is yours, the entire Great Sui is yours! I am willing to guard the realm for you! I..."

Before Lin Hao could finish his sentence, a flash of cold light, fast to the extreme, streaked across his neck.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

The head of the Ninth Prince Lin Hao slowly parted from his body and soared into the air.

The expression of fawning and pleading remained on his face even in death, as if he had not even realized that the end had come.

Lin Hanzhou merely watched coldly, his heart devoid of any ripples.

He knew the treachery of this Ninth Brother of his; how could he ever believe his ghost stories?

With a dull thud, the headless corpse collapsed to the ground.

This deep-scheming prince, who had endured for years and stood on the verge of the pinnacle of power, had followed in the footsteps of the Third Prince.

The night wind blew, carrying the heavy scent of blood across the palace square.

Lin Hanzhou stood with his sword in hand, warm blood still clinging to the blade.

At his feet lay the corpses of two princes and a multitude of Xiantian experts.

The final victor of tonight's battle for the throne was, at this moment, set in stone.