At the peak of the Ancient Yan Emperor Tree:
The Ninth Prince Wang Yan was currently fighting an intense battle with the Fourth Prince Wang Yun. However, the situation did not look good.
The Yan Imperial Sword that Wang Yun refined was the ninth altar. Nine was the limit, containing a vast amount of Dragon Essence.
The other princes, on the other hand, had long since lost the right to participate in the battle for the position of Crown Prince. They could only watch from the ancient tree.
The Eighth Prince Wang Feng and the Thirteenth Prince had unwilling expressions on their faces. They were the most popular princes after the First Prince.
Who would have thought that after the death of the First Prince, someone would truly ascend to the top of the Ancient Yan Huang Tree?
They were the two brothers whom he looked down on the most.
This was especially so for the Fourth Prince Wang Yun. He had always been treated like a fool, a complete joke.
No one thought that he would be able to pass the first round of the test.
But who knew that this fool would turn the tables and stand at the top of the Ancient Yan Huang Tree?
This was the final battle with the Ninth Prince Wang Yan.
Based on the situation, Xiao Chen was suppressing Wang Yan all the way, holding a great advantage.
Even though Wang Yan's grasp of the Massacre Great Dao was far more exquisite than the other party's Buddhist Dao Might, Wang Yan's Massacre Great Dao was not as exquisite as the other party's.
In terms of martial strength, the fourth prince could not compare to the battle-hardened and experienced Wang Yan.
However, there was nothing he could do.
The ninth altar contained too much Dragon Essence. The might of Wang Yun's Yan Imperial Sword far surpassed Wang Yan's.
Wang Yan used force to break technique. He did not need to use too many exquisite killing moves or Martial Techniques. He could suppress Wang Yan with just the sword in his hand.
"Ninth Brother, you still haven't given up?"
Wang Yun held his Yan Imperial Sword at the top of the ancient tree, stuck in the vast clouds. The body of the sword overflowed with Buddhist light, and the Buddhist light behind him shone even brighter.
It was as if a sky full of Buddhas had appeared, chanting Buddhist mantras incessantly, and the might of one sword seemed to be able to flatten mountains and rivers.
Wang Yan's eyes filled with murderous intent. However, his aura was completely drowned out by the other party's vast Sovereign Might.
It seemed as if he was surrounded by a powerful army, and his entire body was filled with killing intent as he fought bravely while bathed in blood. Unfortunately, there was no end to the killing. Even when they were exhausted, they were still unable to break out of the encirclement.
"It looks like Wang Yan's defeat is only a matter of time."
Xiao Suo looked into the distance and sighed softly as he watched the battle at the top of the ancient Yan Huang tree.
Hao Kai also shook his head slightly. Although the few of them had not interacted with Wang Yan for long, they still admired his character.
Seeing that the prince whom he had been escorting was about to lose to someone else, he couldn't help but feel indignant.
Xiao Chen's expression was calm, and his emotions did not fluctuate.
Along the way, he had done his best to protect Wang Yan. Now, in this final battle, he could only rely on himself. Regardless of the outcome, he only hoped that he would not have any regrets.
He could tell that Wang Yan's Martial Dao foundation far surpassed the fourth prince, Wang Yun.
After all, he had been stationed at the borders all year round and was always at the forefront. Wang Yun, who lived in the capital, couldn't be compared to him.
Unfortunately, Xiao Chen's aura was completely suppressed. The Dragon Essence in the Yan Imperial Sword could not compare to his opponent's.
If he could come to his senses and use the brocade pouch that he had given him, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.
However, it did not matter. The First Prince had already been killed.
No matter who ascended to the position of Crown Prince, Xiao Chen could still reluctantly accept it deep down in his heart.
At this moment, Xiao Chen had other worries.
The succession race in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb had been full of twists and turns. The situation had developed to this point.
It was hard not to worry about why the imperial ancestral temple was protecting Xi and the others. Now, Xiao Chen felt somewhat worried about Ao Jiao, Su Ye, and the others in the depths of the imperial palace.
"Big Brother, should we continue watching?"
Xiao Suo asked as he looked at Xiao Chen. Most of the other princes' guests had already left the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
"Let's leave this place first."
Xiao Chen and the others thought to themselves, "Give up." Then, they immediately felt a vast, mighty force from the depths of the ground connecting to their physical bodies and souls.
The mighty force of the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb forcefully sent Xiao Chen and the others out.
In the next moment, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, and the scene before him changed drastically.
His entire body suddenly felt incredibly relaxed. The pressure of the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb no longer existed. "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
The instant Xiao Chen appeared in the imperial palace's drill ground, he immediately felt ten-odd strong, suffocating Soul Energy scanning his body.
This startled Xiao Chen. He had once come into contact with a Faux God Flame and could clearly sense it.
Every strand of Soul Energy contained a Faux God Flame.
This meant that a significant number of Faux Gods had arrived in the Yanwu Dynasty.
The Soul Energy containing a Faux God Flame left as quickly as it came, lasting less than a thousandth of a second.
Those who were slightly weaker would not be able to sense it.
Xiao Chen understood. These Faux Gods were trying to sense if they had the Wings of Time or not.
Xiao Chen immediately felt a chill down his spine, feeling fortunate.
Fortunately, the Misty Immortal Palace did not have the Wings of Time. If he had taken the Wings of Time and appeared in the Imperial Palace, the Misty Immortal Palace would have been destroyed.
If Xiao Chen obtained the Wings of Time and appeared in the imperial palace, he would instantly suffer the attacks of at least ten-odd Faux Gods.
At that time, even if he had the Cycle Great Dao, he would not be able to escape death.
However, it was hard to say. With so many Faux Gods gathered, the Heavenly Alliance's Faux Gods would be here as well.
If the Heavenly Alliance's upper echelon knew that Xiao Chen possessed the Wings of Time, they would definitely protect him to the death.
But no matter what, he would be caught in the center of the dispute, and it would be hard to predict whether he would survive or not.
Without batting an eyelid, Xiao Chen handed Jiang He to Xiao Suo and walked toward Ao Jiao and Su Ye.
"Your Highness Goddess, I'm glad I didn't fail you."
Hao Kai said respectfully when he saw Ao Jiao.
"Thank you, Senior Hao Kai."
Ao Jiao quickly returned the greeting and said softly.
Then, her beautiful eyes turned and landed on Xiao Chen. She complained, "Why did you work so hard? You don't know how worried we were about you."
Indeed, the competition for the crown prince position was full of twists and turns.
There were many times when he was on the brink of life and death. He didn't have the time to think about it, but the onlookers were definitely alarmed and worried.
"I'm not dead, don't worry."
Feeling Ao Jiao's concern, Xiao Chen felt warmth in his heart. Then, he stepped forward and pinched Ao Jiao's cheeks.
After Xi Wangmu's matter, Xiao Chen understood many things. One should not wait until the people by one's side were no longer around before regretting it.
After seeing Ao Jiao, many of the emotions that Xiao Chen suppressed in his heart surged out.
Ao Jiao's youthful face immediately blushed. She pulled away from Xiao Chen's hand and asked, "What are you doing? There are so many people watching."
"Cough! Cough! Young Master Xiao, this is our Golden Crow Empire's Divine Daughter.
Don't go overboard, "Hao Kai said softly as he coughed a few times.
Xiao Chen withdrew his hand and looked back. Indeed, several gazes were looking at him.
Then, Xiao Chen saw Xi with a white bandage wrapped around his left eye. He smiled at Xiao Chen in a mocking manner.
Yan Cangming and Zhen Yuan, who fought to the death with Xi earlier, were together with Xi again.
There were also several hostile gazes, such as Qin Ming, who gritted his teeth in anger. Naturally, Xiao Chen ignored all of them.
At this moment, the eliminated princes and the many guests on the drill ground all stared at the light screen.
Everyone stared at the light screen, watching the peak battle between Wang Yan and Wang Yun.
There was destined to be only one victor in this battle, ascending to the crown prince position.
However, Xiao Chen had a bad feeling in his heart, regardless of whether he had the Wings of Time or not.
Whether he had the Wings of Time or not, the Yanwu Dynasty gathering so many Faux Gods was an ominous sign. If he got careless, a battle between Faux Gods would start.
At that time, the consequences would be dire.
What worried Xiao Chen more were Xi and Yan Cangming. One was the Xuewu Dynasty's First Prince, the leader of the Demonic Dao. The other was the Underworld God Hall's outstanding talent, representing the factions of the nine layers of the Abyssal Underworld. They were like fire and water with the Righteous Dao.
Now that the First Prince was dead, the two of them, who had lost their protection, still dared to openly remain in the palace.
This gave Xiao Chen a bad feeling. After some thought, he said, "Everyone, stay closer to me. Something is not quite right."
The current calm was like the calm before the storm, making Xiao Chen very worried.
Xiao Chen got Su Ye and the others to stay closer to him.
Once there were any changes, he would use the Divine Universe Stele to put everyone in.
Su Ye and the others did not suspect anything. After hearing that, they quietly gathered around Xiao Chen, surrounding him.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen thought of something. He asked, "Did you see the Yan Emperor appear?"
As long as the Yan Emperor was around, Xiao Chen could swing his Yan Imperial Sword. Even Faux Gods would fear him in this Yanwu Dynasty.
Su Ye frowned and said, "His Majesty, the Yan Emperor, has not appeared since the start."
The moment Su Ye said that, Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat. He already had a bad feeling.
Just at this moment, the surrounding people started discussing.
"The Fourth Prince is going to win!"
On the light screen, Wang Yan, who was surrounded at the top of the ancient Yan Emperor Tree, could no longer endure, getting knocked into the air by Wang Yun's sword.
Blood spurted out endlessly, a cruel sight to behold.
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