Two months passed in a flash. For the entire Great Yue State, during these two months, the war was getting more and more intense. The imperial army was besieging the strongholds of Bai Mojiao and the devil army, and countless battles had broken out between Bai Mojiao and the devil army.
The scope of the war was getting bigger and bigger. Ye Xiwen also followed the Brave Tiger Army all the way to the East and the West. The Brave Tiger Army had also made great contributions to the war. The originally unknown ninth prince had suddenly become famous. Many people knew that the imperial clan was going to have another ambitious prince competing for the throne.
But for Ye Xiwen, all of this seemed to have nothing to do with him. After staying in the Brave Tiger Army for a month, Ye Xiwen hurriedly returned to Yi Yuan School and announced that he would go into closed-door training.
But now, one month had passed. Originally, no matter how long Ye Xiwen went into closed-door training, no one would care, after all, the path of cultivation was calculated by hundreds of years, so closed-door training for a month was simply not a big deal.
But the real problem was that a few days ago, the eighth prince came back. He had chased a devil all the way to the ruins and obtained great benefits.
The supreme existence that had awed the younger generation finally came back, a legend, a legend.
But everyone in Yi Yuan School knew that an unprecedented war between Ye Xiwen and the eighth prince was very likely to happen. Although the head had personally ordered not to start a war, but was the eighth prince someone who would obediently obey orders?
Everyone was not sure about the outcome.
But no matter what everyone thought, the eighth prince had come, and unexpectedly, he had come!
A figure flew over from the void, and wherever he passed, the air burst open, opening up a vacuum. He arrived at the gate of Yi Yuan School in a grandiose manner.
"Ye Xiwen, come out and die!" A young man wearing a dragon robe robe roared with a frosty expression on his face.
The Lingqi in the air billowed and swept away, shaking the surrounding gate.
The eighth prince dared to come to the gate of Yi Yuan School and clamor like this, it could be said that his courage was not small.
The eighth prince flew in the sky and the spear in his hand was buzzing. A strange bloody aura was circulating around the body of the spear. This was the blood and qi of the enemies he had killed, and the more he absorbed, the stronger his blood spear became.
The entire Yi Yuan School was in an uproar. For many years, this was the first person who dared to be overbearing and arrogant in front of the Yi Yuan School. He was alone, but his terrifying imposing manner suppressed the entire Yi Yuan School, just like the whole world.
Many disciples of Yi Yuan School had no choice but to watch from afar, they did not dare to approach because that cold and strange murderous aura was making them feel terrified. Even many truth level disciples did not dare to approach him and could only surround him from afar.
Many disciples of Yi Yuan School were worried about Ye Xiwen at this time. In all fairness, Ye Xiwen was very powerful. A few months ago, he had roared out a terrifying skill which had made them raise their eyebrows. Afterwards, he had repeatedly attacked Yi Yuan School's disciples, which had initially established his prestige as a pro-disciple.
However, the eighth prince's strength was not just for show, he dared to behave atrociously in front of Yi Yuan School's main gate, this kind of courage was not something that an ordinary person could possess. His monstrous imposing aura swept across and formed a huge aura field with him as the center, surging violently inside. Anyone who entered this aura field would be under his control.
"Eighth prince, you are too arrogant, do you think the entrance of Yi Yuan School is a place where you can act presumptuously?" A figure flew out from a floating peak, it was a true disciple.
He was one of the top geniuses of Yi Yuan School, although not as good as Qi Feifan and the others, but he was also famous for a long time. He was very young, only a hundred years old, but he had already stepped into the sixth stage of truth realm. His future prospects were limitless and he was also a peerless genius of the Yi Yuan School.
He had once fought with the eighth prince, and although there was no clear winner or loser, but there was no doubt about his strength.
"Courting death, do you think you can stop me?" The eighth prince showed a disdainful smile on his face, "Only a hundred years of cultivation and you have already reached this level, you are nothing but a waste!"
"You are courting death!" The disciple suddenly became angry and his face turned red. Even if he knew that he might not be the match of the eighth prince in the future, but his pride as a genius would not allow him to take even half a step back.
The disciple instantly shot out a monstrous divine light, as if to evolve into an eternal kingdom, pulling down eternal starlight from the sky and sweeping towards the eighth prince.
"If you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish." The eighth prince took a step and instantly, a divine light swept out and Zhen Yuan rushed out with a whistling sound.
Suddenly, a circle of divine light swept out.
"Boom!"
Both sides of the divine light fiercely collided with each other and it seemed as if the world was about to collapse, sweeping out in all directions. The air seemed to be sucked out and the mountains seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
However, in just a moment of contact, the divine light emitted by the eighth prince instantly defeated the divine light emitted by the Yi Yuan School's disciple and continued to sweep towards the genius disciple.
All of a sudden, he was completely covered by the divine light.
"Puff!" The genius disciple suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood and was sent flying upside down. His body was covered in blood and he was almost torn apart.
He fell directly to the ground and was taken by a true disciple of Yi Yuan School all the way to the depths of Yi Yuan School to seek treatment from an elder.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. In just a face-to-face confrontation, that genius disciple had actually been seriously injured. The eighth prince's attack contained earth-shattering might. Those who had fought with him before were now no match for him at all.
At this time, everyone suddenly remembered that the eighth prince had obtained the inheritance of an ancient big faction in the last few months!
In the end, what kind of inheritance did he obtain that made him so terrifying, ten times or even a hundred times more terrifying than before.
The eighth prince's face was as calm as water and his murderous aura was overflowing. His sturdy body stood between the heaven and earth like a genius.
"Yi Yuan School's disciple is just so-so." The eighth prince contemptuously said, "Sooner or later, I will bring you under the rule of my royal family."
The disciples of Yi Yuan School were glaring at the eighth prince. The eighth prince did not put them in his eyes and even dared to say in front of them that he would bring them under the rule of the royal family.
However, no one dared to rush forward because they had all seen the scene of that disciple dying in the blue sky.
"Bold, where do you think you are?" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the depths of Yi Yuan School. The void was torn apart and a big hand instantly grabbed towards the eighth prince. It was a kind of law that firmly pinned the eighth prince to the ground.
"Fellow daoist, we old things should not intervene in the affairs of young people." Suddenly, an old voice came from the void behind the eighth prince and faintly said.
A big hand also stretched out and fiercely collided with that big hand.
"Boom!" A huge explosion rang out. The entire space was about to distort. This was a terrifying kind of explosion.
Everyone suddenly realized that there was a tyrannical and dreadful master behind the eighth prince. It should be a peerless master of the royal family who had personally come to support the eighth prince. No wonder the eighth prince dared to come alone, after all, such a peerless master was much more useful than a magnificent army.
"Humph, our head has already said that this battle is not allowed, don't tell me you don't know that?" A cold voice came from the depths of Yi Yuan School and said.
"You are getting more and more involved in the affairs of the younger generation. Don't intervene in the affairs of the younger generation. When we were young, didn't we also fight like this? The winner is the king." The old voice behind the eighth prince said.
"It's easy to say, old guy, don't try to change the concept. You know what our head means. Ye Xiwen has not yet grown up and after ten years, we will absolutely not object. If we let Qi Feifan fight with the eighth prince, will you be willing?" The old voice behind the eighth prince said in a disdainful tone.
The old voice behind the eighth prince was silent.
At this time, the eighth prince opened his mouth.
"Ten years is too long, I have to seize every minute, I will suppress my cultivation to the same level as Ye Xiwen, if he is killed by me, then don't blame anyone else!" The eighth prince sneered and said, "I am invincible, invincible in the same realm, I can kill any strong enemy!"
His words revealed a strong sense of self-confidence. He had been fighting for many years and was invincible in this world.
"Ye Xiwen, do you dare to fight in the same realm?" The eighth prince shouted and the sound waves instantly swept towards Yi Yuan School, "Don't tell me you are afraid of death and refuse to come out?"
Many disciples were still angry. Although the eighth prince had suppressed his cultivation, but he himself was a high level expert and his mastery of world principles was far superior to ordinary people. Although he had suppressed his strength, but his understanding of world principles was still there, so he still had a big advantage.
"Why not dare, since you have come to die, I will send you on your way!" An ice-cold voice came from the depths of Yi Yuan School and a cyan figure flew out from a floating peak.
It was a handsome young man dressed in a cyan robe, and at this time, he strode towards the eighth prince with monstrous imposing aura. His eyes were as deep as the stars and he was coldly looking at the eighth prince.
Ye Xiwen arrived too fast, a cyan light instantly swept across the eighth prince. It was incomparably terrifying, as if an ancient overlord had reincarnated from ancient times.
The two had not yet met, but the terrifying imposing aura had already fiercely collided with each other, setting off monstrous waves.
"Have you come to die?" The eighth prince said in a cold voice.
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