The Nineteenth Imperial Prince's personal involvement sent a signal to everyone.
This means that all the prodigies under the Nineteenth Imperial Prince's command have already taken turns competing once, and apart from him, he has no one else who can be used.
The smile on the Thirty-Third Imperial Princess's lips never faded.
She leaned back in her chair leisurely, looking at everyone with a confident and upright posture.
No wonder she was so calm and composed.
Ye Yan's strength was simply too great.
"Even if my nineteenth brother were to personally take the field, he would still lose!" she was certain of.
Ye Yan is Immortal Spirit!
There is no one stronger than him!
On the arena, the Nineteenth Imperial Prince and Ye Yan stood facing each other.
Since Ye Yan broke the seal, his Immortal Spirit aura could no longer be suppressed and spread everywhere. The mysterious dragon energy within him could be felt throughout the entire arena.
Moreover, thunder and rain filled the sky, and Spiritual Qi surged, all seemingly rejoicing for Ye Yan and Ye Yan his disposal.
Having gone through so many battles, Ye Yan was not without losses, but compared to his own formidable strength, those losses were utterly insignificant.
However, due to the overflowing Spiritual Qi, dragon scales were already faintly visible on his cheeks, and there was a slight protrusion on his forehead. He was almost transformed into a dragon, and his aura was becoming more and more vigorous.
At this moment, Ye Yan was virtually invincible.
The Nineteenth Imperial Prince's face remained expressionless throughout.
He casually raised his eyelids, looked at Ye Yan opposite him, and reached out to catch the spiritual rain falling from mid-air.
The birth of Immortal Spirit is a cause for celebration throughout heaven and earth.
Even the rain contained Spiritual Qi.
This finally caused a slight change in the Nineteenth Imperial Prince's expression.
But his expression was one of disgust!
He calmly uttered a single sentence.
" Dragon Race?"
That's all there is to it.
Ye Yan's expression changed instantly.
From the moment he broke the seal until now, everyone who knows he is Dragon Race has felt envy, jealousy, worship, and respect.
Only the Nineteenth Imperial Prince before him dared to say that his bloodline was not worth mentioning!
At that moment, a hint of killing intent flashed in Ye Yan's eyes.
But before he could react, the Nineteenth Imperial Prince suddenly vanished.
Disappeared...
A bad premonition instantly arose in Ye Yan's heart, but the next moment, he felt a pain in his chest.
The Nineteenth Imperial Prince appeared behind Ye Yan like a ghost, his palm piercing straight through Ye Yan's chest!
With a single blow, the dragon scales on his chest shattered!
Everyone present was stunned when they saw this scene.
The Dragon Race's physical body... it was pierced so easily with a single blow?
The Nineteenth Imperial Prince remained calm, showing no sign of victory. He threw a punch, knocking Ye Yan off the stage. He then shook the hot dragon blood off his palm and stood at the edge of the stage, looking down at the crowd.
You lost.
His tone was indifferent and cold.
It felt like a slap across Ye Yan's face.
His face paled with pain, and he clutched his chest as he collapsed to the ground, staring in disbelief at the Nineteenth Imperial Prince at the head of the table. He never imagined that he would lose, and lose so decisively.
The Nineteenth Imperial Prince, a Human Race, was able to break through his defenses with a single palm strike, and he didn't even see what Secret Method the other party used...
Of course, there is another possibility: that the Nineteenth Imperial Prince did not use the Secret Method at all.
However, this possibility was so terrifying that Ye Yan dared not even think about it.
He scrambled to his feet, almost in a daze. The Immortal Spirit's powerful healing abilities repaired the wounds on his chest, but they could not heal the shame in his heart.
The battle ended far too quickly, so quickly that no one else had time to react. They stared blankly at Ye Yan, who had left the edge of the arena, and the Nineteenth Imperial Prince, who stood high on the arena, their eyes filled with shock.
The Thirty-Third Imperial Princess stood up early, gripping the armrest of her chair tightly with one hand, the veins on the back of her hand betraying her excitement and fear.
At that moment, her world collapsed.
No! Impossible!
"He's Ye Yan! Isn't Ye Yan Immortal Spirit? He lost? He actually lost!?"
The Thirty-Third Imperial Princess was nearly insane, muttering to herself in a low voice, her entire demeanor twisted to the extreme.
She originally thought that the position of Saintess was already hers for the taking.
But fate played such a cruel joke on her.
In this day and age, someone could actually be so monstrous, and this person was none other than her nineteenth brother, whom she had always looked down upon and despised!?
Ye Yan was actually defeated by him!
How could she possibly accept this!
The Thirty-Third Imperial Princess bit her lips until they bled. Reminded by the maid behind her, she loosened her grip, slumped back into her chair, and collapsed in despair.
Her position as a saint!
Damn it!
My nineteenth brother was hiding his true identity so well!
On the arena, the Nineteenth Imperial Prince remained calm and composed, turning his head to look at the royal steward on the high platform, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
Now that the competition is halfway through, there are not many people left who can stand in front of him and fight him.
The expressions on the faces of many people below, besides shock, also held something else.
It could be a sudden realization, an enlightenment, or a startled awakening after a moment of confusion.
He conquered 66 levels in a row, broke records, topped the leaderboard, defeated a Immortal Spirit, displayed his talent, and became virtually invincible...
The various events unfolding before them made them realize the truth of what they had already suspected.
The Nineteenth Imperial Prince...
He is the legendary Vast Sea Saint King!
Such a prodigy could only be found in the Vast Sea Saint King.
Many people were incredibly excited, but mindful of the roles they were playing, they forcibly suppressed their emotions, their faces almost contorted with rage.
O Vast Sea Saint King!
That was a legend.
Countless people have lamented that they were not cultivators of the same era as the Holy Vast Sea Saint King of the Vast Sea Saint King, and thus had no chance to witness his splendor.
But now, within this illusion, they were able to achieve their desires so easily.
The Vast Sea Saint King truly lived up to his prestigious reputation.
From appearance to talent and formidable strength, everything is exactly as rumored.
Invincible enough.
Absolutely monstrous.
This year's Holy Dynasty Grand Ceremony can be said to be without any suspense.
As many initially predicted, the victor would be the Vast Sea Saint King.
It can only be the Vast Sea Saint King!
Zhang Xiong, who had previously invited Lin Xuan to join the Nineteenth Imperial Prince's camp but was rejected, couldn't stop smiling.
The Vast Sea Saint King is the Nineteenth Imperial Prince, destined to be the victor, and destined to obtain the most resources, becoming the biggest beneficiary of this illusory adventure.
He was in an extremely good mood!
Thinking of the others, Zhang Xiong looked in Lin Xuan's direction and raised an eyebrow mockingly at Lin Xuan, who happened to be looking over.
The disdain in his expression was particularly obvious, as if he were mocking Lin Xuan for not recognizing the value of something.
It was as if his eyes were saying: Now that things have come to this, do you regret it?