Challenge Terms and a Generous Prize

Hong Zhen frowned slightly. Xue Qinghe's terms were not too difficult. If anything, they were suspiciously easy.

A One-Ring Soul Master was to challenge every Soul Master and Soul Grandmaster in the army. Setting aside whether his Soul Power could sustain one fight after another, Hong Zhen was already certain of victory against the Soul Grandmasters.

No matter how gifted the boy was, he still had only one Soul Ring. Most of the Soul Masters and Soul Grandmasters under Hong Zhen had one white ring and one yellow ring, but finding a few with two Hundred-Year Soul Rings would not be difficult.

One ring stood no chance against two, especially with a gap of more than ten levels in Soul Power. They could wear him down through attrition alone.

"Your Highness, you aren't joking?" Hong Zhen straightened and fixed a sharp gaze on Xue Qinghe, who sat opposite him, while discreetly watching Tang Shan from the corner of his eye.

He could not fathom what made this supposed Soul Master prodigy so remarkable that the First Prince valued him so highly.

"I'm not. But Tang Shan must be allowed to recover his Soul Power completely between fights before the next one begins."

"Of course."

Hong Zhen agreed without hesitation. He paid little mind to that small condition. So what if the boy's Soul Power recovered? That did not mean he would be back in peak form. The mental strain of staying on edge throughout a fight was not so easily undone.

Even if you're a prodigy from one of the Upper Three Sects, and your Soul Skills are formidable, you won't withstand the mental toll of fighting us one after another. Sooner or later, you'll slip, and my men will take you down.

"Then it's settled." Xue Qinghe turned to