An ancient arena appeared at the center of the hall, instantly becoming enormous. Countless runes lit up the entire hall, radiating sacred solemnity.
However, this arena was not inside the main hall, but was projected within, yet it gave people the feeling of being there.
Two streaks of light entered the arena—it was Weng Tianyao and Zhu Yifeng. Before they even landed, endless divine light burst forth. Zhu Yifeng roared, endless flames surged, and the Vermilion Bird pattern lit up on his long blade as he slashed down at Weng Tianyao.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous explosion, the long blade slashed down, thunder rolled, and amid the rising flames, Zhu Yifeng spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to withstand even a single move.
When the lightning faded, people saw that Weng Tianyao had not drawn his weapon but was blocking with his fists. Everyone was shocked, including Long Chen.
"His thunder power has refined again, multiplying dozens of times compared to when it was in the Three Thousand Worlds, and his strength is now comparable to Long Aotian and Kuntu."
No wonder he still dared to come to the Vermilion Bird Empire knowing full well that he was no longer the same as before.
"Is this the Vermilion Bird Prince?" The famous Vermilion Bird bloodline? Are you sure your father is the current emperor? Weng Tianyao still maintained his punching stance, his face full of disdain and mockery.
Zhu Yifeng was furious. Weng Tianyao's words were a provocation to the entire Vermilion Bird royal family and a great insult to his mother.
"Die!"
Zhu Yifeng roared, suddenly his body erupted in flames. Amidst the endless flames, a gigantic Vermilion Bird phantom appeared—a symbol of the royal bloodline.
The phantom of the Vermilion Bird appeared, and an ancient and majestic aura rose. Zhu Yifeng was enveloped in divine flame radiance, making him look like a fiery war god.
"Rumble rumble... Zhu
Yifeng's long blade sliced through the void, his deafening might shaking the heavens—this was Zhu Yifeng's full-power strike.
"Boom!"
The long blade slashed the ground, and Zhu Yifeng sliced the entire arena in half with a single stroke. The power of this strike was truly astonishing.
But what left Long Chen speechless was that he couldn't lock onto the enemy at all. The enemy could take it or not, and for Long Chen, such a move was completely meaningless.
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Weng Tianyao's mouth. His body swayed slightly to dodge the strike, and his hand moved like lightning, aiming straight for Zhu Yifeng's throat.
Zhu Yifeng slashed through the air with his blade, both shocked and furious. He tried to block with his blade, but it was too late, and he could only retreat rapidly.
But the moment he retreated, his palm went numb, and the long knife in his hand was snatched away by Weng Tianyao. It turned out Weng Tianyao's attack was fake, but the snatching was real.
"The Vermilion Bird Prince?" Hmph, no match for a single blow. "Weng Tianyao held Zhu Yifeng's long blade, pointed at him, but turned his face to Long Chen: "
Return my Mad Blade and the Thunder Ancient Tower, and I'll spare his life."
But before Long Chen could respond, Zhu Yifeng roared, conjuring a blade of flame in his hand and attacking Weng Tianyao.
"In the Vermilion Bird Empire, there are only heroes who die in battle, no beggars who fear death."
Zhu Yifeng was furious. At this moment, he was no longer as timid as usual. Even though he knew he wasn't a match for Weng Tianyao, he still fought to the last breath.
"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish." A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Weng Tianyao's mouth, like a hungry wolf welcoming a sheep charging at him.
"Weng Tianyao..."
Long Chen roared angrily, rushing toward the arena like a bolt of lightning. He knew Weng Tianyao had murderous intent toward Zhu Yifeng.
"Buzz!"
Just as Long Chen approached the arena, a light screen lit up. He felt the space distort and returned to his seat, only to be bounced back.
"Pfft!"
At that moment, amid a shout of surprise, the long blade pierced through Zhu Yifeng's body, blood gushing from his chest and staining his robe red.
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Weng Tianyao's mouth. The moment the long blade pierced Zhu Yifeng's chest, he infused endless thunderous power into Zhu Yifeng's body, destroying Zhu Yifeng's meridians. Even if Zhu Yifeng survived, he would have become a cripple.
"Weng Tianyao"
Long Chen was trembling with anger. Weng Tianyao didn't dare deal with him, but instead targeted someone else—this was something he could never tolerate.
The other princes and princesses all wore murderous expressions. This Weng Tianyao was truly vicious—both his words and his methods made people furious.
"Prince Yifeng, you are truly brave and admirable. But swords and blades have no eyes—no wonder I am."
At this moment, Weng Tianyao pretended to be pretentious, as if he hadn't done it on purpose, but the sinister smile on his face already said it all.
"Thud!"
Weng Tianyao released his grip, and Zhu Yifeng collapsed to the ground, his whole body seemingly numb, unable to move.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the arena trembled. Zhu Yifeng and Weng Tianyao were teleported back, but to everyone's surprise, when Zhu Yifeng returned, the long blade had already been withdrawn from his body. Apart from a bloody wound on his chest, he showed no signs of weakness, as if nothing had happened.
"How could this be?"
Even Weng Tianyao was stunned. His strike seemed unrelated on the surface; all his power was secretly channeled into Zhu Yifeng's body, doing this only to leave Zhu Yifeng's body intact.
After his shock, Long Chen suddenly turned to look at the seats of the concubines ahead, and sure enough, he saw Zhu Yifeng's mother, her face pale and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Mother."
At this moment, Zhu Yifeng disregarded the courtly etiquette and rushed straight to his mother's side. Seeing blood spilling from her chest, he understood that his mother had actually used a substitute technique to help him withstand the blow.
Zhu Yifeng was shocked and furious, hurt and hated. He hated himself for being useless and for causing his mother to be hurt.
"My son doesn't cry... You performed very well today... Like a real man, my mother was very pleased. Zhu Yifeng's mother's face was as pale as paper, her breath chaotic, but her face was filled with relief and pride.
"Quick, help Consort Ming to rest and recover."
Yu Xiaoyun shouted coldly, his face dark, murderous intent surging in his eyes, as if he could erupt at any moment.
Zhu Yifeng's mother was helped to heal her wounds, but judging by the situation, her injuries were very serious, causing concern.
All the princes and princesses immediately turned their gaze to Weng Tianyao, but he simply shrugged and said indifferently, "
If you're not as skilled as others, don't blame fate. In this world, the strong rule—whoever has the bigger fist is right."
If you are weak yourselves, don't blame others for being strong. Like an ant trying to stop a chariot, an ant trying to shake a tree will eventually pay the price. Weng
Tianyao's arrogant and fearless demeanor enraged everyone present from the Vermilion Bird Empire. They were clearly gathering the strength of eight nations to provoke them.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Long Chen slapped the Minghong Blade on his back and looked coldly at Weng Tianyao, saying, "
You mean you're really strong?" Then I'll play a game with you. If you can withstand three of Long's moves, I, Long Chen, will kill myself in the grand hall today. As
soon as Long Chen said this, all the powerful figures present, friend and foe, were shocked, staring at Long Chen in disbelief. The whole place fell into complete silence.