The others might be slightly inferior.
However, Xiao Chen's Heavenly Slayer, Xiao Suo's Scarlet Blood War Banner, the Golden Crow Empire's Hao Kai, and Qin Zhuolin drew out the dynasty's Dragon Vein.
The Thirteenth Prince's group had to take this seriously. Should they continue fighting or not?
To the Ninth Prince Wang Yan and the others, it would naturally be best if they could avoid fighting.
On the whole, the difference in strength was very obvious.
The number of guests on the other side was more than double that of their side. Moreover, they all possessed great desolate bloodlines. If their bloodlines were activated and they fought to the death, it was certain that their side would lose.
However, the Thirteenth Prince's side had to think about the consequences of forcefully fighting.
They would definitely win this battle, but without a doubt, it would be a pyrrhic victory.
After this battle, aside from Sikong Shu and the Silver Dragon King, none of the other guests could guarantee a safe retreat.
As for the Thirteenth Prince, Wang Yi, he would be reduced from a popular candidate for the Crown Prince position to a supporting role with no hope of competing.
In a flash, Wang Yi thought of all kinds of possibilities, and his face became frighteningly gloomy.
He had never thought that he would fall into such a dilemma.
After the Ninth Prince's guests displayed their strength, the people inside and outside the palace felt that this battle would not happen.
However, the problem now was that Xiao Chen trampled on Qin Ming, ruthlessly trampled on him.
The Thirteenth Prince would find it hard to accept retreating like this.
It was a simple sentence, but there was no suitable way for him to leave with dignity.
Just think about it. A group of people came over aggressively and then left with their tails between their legs. How funny was that?
"Thirteenth Brother, do you think there's a need to continue fighting?"
Wang Yan said when he saw the Thirteenth Prince's expression. He knew what the Thirteenth Prince was thinking.
Wang Yi said coldly, "I can withdraw, but you must pay for injuring my guest. Otherwise, even if I have to fight to the death today, I will not withdraw."
"I'm afraid you have no choice but to retreat."
Wang Yan said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yi looked around, and his expression changed slightly.
In just a short period of time, many princes had secretly rushed over, watching the tigers fight from the sidelines.
It made sense.
The battle between Xiao Chen and Qin Ming had already alarmed all directions. The other princes thought that it was the birth of some incredible treasure.
At this moment, so many Sovereign Emperors were gathered in this startling confrontation.
It would be hard for anyone not to notice such a phenomenon.
Sikong Shu closed his eyes for a while before opening them again. "Thirteenth Prince, we need to go. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome."
"I'll settle this score with you later."
At this point, even if Wang Yi was unwilling, he had to leave dejectedly.
Xiao Chen was not foolish enough to start a huge battle with Wang Yan while the other princes watched.
Sou sou sou!
The Thirteenth Prince's group withdrew their auras and quickly left.
It looked somewhat comical and inconceivable.
However, in reality, the moment Xiao Chen drew Heavenly Slayer, this battle was destined to never happen.
When Xiao Suo charged over with the Scarlet Blood War Banner, he destroyed Wang Yi's final hope.
After this group of people left, a trace of blood leaked out from the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth. His face had lost a lot of color.
"What happened?"
Wang Yan hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"It's because of that saber, right?"
Hao Kai asked after glancing at Xiao Chen sheathing Heavenly Slayer. Then, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Xiao Chen did not deny it, not saying anything more.
The reason went without saying. When Heavenly Slayer was drawn, it would trigger the Heavenly Dao's killing intent. If one did not kill, one would end up harming oneself.
However, this result was what Xiao Chen sought, so he had no complaints.
If Xiao Chen truly decided to fight, he would definitely use the Tyrant Saber. He would only draw Heavenly Slayer after he was certain that he could kill the other party.
Xiao Chen drew Heavenly Slayer to dissuade the other party.
If a huge battle really broke out, Xiao Chen would not fear it. However, the fate of Wang Yan and the others would be hard to predict.
The other party had Sikong Shu and the Silver Dragon King, as well as a group of outstanding talents with Great Desolate Eon bloodlines. In the end, they were much stronger than the Ninth Prince.
"It's fine. This is a troublesome place. Let's quickly leave."
Xiao Chen looked around. There were at least eight princes hiding in the dark, with some experts among them.
Wang Yan looked around and nodded. "Come, let's go deeper into Black Wind Ridge."
With a thought, Xiao Chen quickly understood Wang Yan's intention.
With the reputation of the Black Wind Ridge, they could completely avoid the trouble at the back if they walked further in.
By the time Wang Yan's group was far away, Xiao Chen had already arrived.
"What a pity … I didn't make a move."
The Eighth Prince Wang Feng shook his head and stepped forward with a regretful expression. The Divine Sword Pavilion's Dao Yan, the Profound Heaven's Holy Son Wenren Yu, Mu Yunzhu, and Gu Yuhan were all disappointed as well.
If a great battle could really happen, just thinking about it was incomparably wonderful.
The Ninth Prince would definitely be defeated, and the Thirteenth Prince would no longer have the right to fight for the title of Crown Prince. The Thirteenth Prince could only rely on the Ninth Prince to obtain the greatest benefits.
"But Ninth Brother's strength has really exceeded my expectations. Senior Daoxuan, this time I am unable to help you kill Xiao Chen, I am sorry."
Wang Feng retracted his gaze and said apologetically.
The murderous intent in Dao Yan's eyes vanished. He smiled and said, "Your Highness, what are you saying? In my heart, nothing is more important than Your Highness becoming the crown prince. Personal grudges are nothing."
Wang Feng felt satisfied with Dao Yan's respect. He nodded slightly and looked at the Profound Heaven's Holy Son, who carried a zither on his back. "Brother Wenren, what do you think?"
"Haha! You are the main characters in this succession race. We will follow the Eighth Prince's instructions."
Wenren Yu came only for the Ethereal Immortal Palace and did not care about anything else.
Wang Feng knew what Wenren Yu was thinking, but he did not expose him. It was fine as long as he could help Wenren Yu for now. Just as Wang Feng was about to leave, he glanced around and saw a group of people walking over.
The one leading the group was the low-profile Sixth Prince Wang Ming.
This person was even more low-profile than the Ninth Prince Wang Yan, which Wang Feng found somewhat unfathomable.
"Greetings, Sixth Brother."
Wang Feng performed a cupped-fist salute, showing a respectful elder brother as he greeted softly.
Holy Son, that is Yan Cangming … he is from the Underworld God Hall. We fought with him in the Final Blood Battlefield. His Death Dao Domain is very terrifying.
Mu Yunzhu's expression changed slightly when he saw Zhen Yuan and Yan Cangming behind Wang Ming.
There is no need to care about him.
As Mu Yunzhu and Mu Yunzhu communicated, Wenren Yu's gaze happened to meet Yan Cangming's. The two smiled faintly as if that life-and-death battle had never happened.
Wang Ming nodded faintly and said softly, "Eighth Brother, have you ever thought that Ninth Brother's target is Black Wind Ridge, the forbidden land?"
"Oh?"
Wang Feng felt slightly stunned. "What do you mean? Could it be that Ninth Brother did not choose to go further away to avoid us?"
"Haha! Who knows? Since it is a forbidden land, there must be something incredible. Perhaps it will be of help to him in the second round. Otherwise, Thirteenth Brother would not charge over. He must have discovered something. "
Wang Ming smiled faintly. Although he said that, he did not lead the group into Black Wind Ridge.
After saying goodbye to Wang Feng and the others, Wang Ming led the group of Abyssal Underworld Sovereign Emperors away.
"This fellow … is really scheming. He already left, and he still wants to lure me into Black Wind Ridge to clash with Ninth Brother," Wang Feng said with some disgust.
After that person left, Wang Feng's expression changed, and he spoke with some disgust.
Wang Feng looked at the depths of the Black Wind Ridge and frowned. He thought to himself, Could there really be something going on?
"Your Highness, the Sixth Prince's people are somewhat strange."
As Dao Yan watched the other group leave, he said with a somewhat grave expression, "If I guessed right, they should be the people of the Abyssal Underworld. The Sixth Prince is taking an unorthodox path. If he does not succeed, he will die trying."
If the Sixth Prince did not become the crown prince, the imperial ancestral temple would definitely pursue the matter.
Wang Feng recovered his wits and said somewhat angrily, "All of them normally hide so deeply, only to reveal themselves in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. They are all not good people."
When Wenren Yu's group heard this, they smiled to themselves.
You're a hypocrite, a two-faced person. I'm afraid you're not a good person either.
One could only say that the truly ambitious princes were not people to offend.
The princes who had been hiding in the dark kept showing themselves one after another.
If the Thirteenth Prince were still here, he would definitely rejoice that he did not make a move. Otherwise, there would be nothing left.
However, no prince chose to enter Black Wind Ridge in the end.
The confrontation between the Ninth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince came to an end.
This farce made the Thirteenth Prince feel dejected, and he suffered a huge loss. This also showed the Ninth Prince's strength and accumulations, piquing their interest in him.
After the farce ended, the first round of the succession race slowly came to an end.
Half of the forty-odd princes would be eliminated, forced out of the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb along with their guests.
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