CHAPTER 2553: CHAPTER 2553
Cruel!
Divine Wind Pool!
Hearing the Emperor mention the Divine Wind Pool, the expressions of the surrounding cultivators changed.
The Divine Wind Pool was the most mysterious place in the Divine Wind Empire.
All the martial artists who went in to cultivate, without exception, were able to increase their cultivation by one level.
Of course.
It was limited to those below Rank Five Quasi-emperor.
In other words, a Rank One Quasi-emperor could raise their cultivation to Rank Two Quasi-emperor after cultivating for a day.
Rank Two Quasi-emperor could raise their cultivation to Rank Three Quasi-emperor, and Rank Three Quasi-emperor could raise their cultivation to Rank Four Quasi-emperor.
As for Rank Four Quasi-emperor, they could only raise their cultivation to peak Rank Four Quasi-emperor and not Rank Five Quasi-emperor.
But even so.
It was enough to make everyone envious.
Yang Yuming and Yang Zhaokai were both peak Rank Two Quasi-emperors.
Even if they lost, they could still advance to Rank Three Quasi-emperor.
"Emperor, I don't think this is appropriate."
Ning Yue looked at Yang Yuming, then at the confident Yang Zhaokai. He took a step forward and said, "The Fifth Prince has already fought twice in a short period of time. He defeated the Eighteenth Prince and lost to the Twenty-fifth Prince.
"Under such circumstances, the chances of him winning against the Eighteenth Prince will be very slim," Jian Wushuang said.
The Emperor raised his eyebrows.
He looked at Ning Yue with interest and asked, "In your opinion, what should we do?"
"It's simple. I will spar with Qin He."
Ning Yue was neither servile nor overbearing.
Strictly speaking, Ning Yue really did not want to face the Emperor head-on.
After all, the Emperor was a high-level Quasi-emperor. If he paid attention to him, he might discover some of his secrets.
But now, it was a matter of life and death.
Yang Yuming would lose without a doubt if he sparred with Yang Zhaokai.
Once Yang Zhaokai became the Crown Prince, he would definitely invite him to the Eighteenth Prince's residence as a guest.
Although it was a guest, it was actually a Hongmen Banquet.
"What do you think?"
The Emperor did not answer Ning Yue directly.
He turned to look at Yang Zhaokai and asked.
Yang Zhaokai's heart skipped a beat. However, he maintained his composure and said, "I don't mind. Qin He also wants to exchange pointers with Ning Yue. Why don't we let Qin He and Ning Yue fight?"
Yang Zhaokai's lungs were about to explode.
If Qin He and Ning Yue were to exchange pointers, some unforeseen events might occur.
However, the current situation did not allow Yang Zhaokai to have any opinions.
There were so many princes and quasi-Emperors around. If he dared to forcefully exchange pointers with Yang Yuming, those princes would probably join forces to deal with him.
"Alright, the next battle will be between Qin He and Ning Yue."
The Imperial Monarch waved his hand, and then he tore open space and entered it.
Everyone could see that.
Before the Sovereign Emperor left, his expression was a little cold.
"I'm afraid the Emperor's choice of crown prince is the Eighteenth Prince, Yang Zhaokai."
"Isn't that obvious?"
"If the Fifth Prince, Yang Yuming, wishes to defy the heavens and change his fate, he will have to see if the Emperor agrees to it."
"Hehe, let's just wait and watch the show. Whoever wins the position of crown prince, we will submit to him."
"That's right."
Everyone discussed animatedly.
This was the reality.
If Ning Yue defeated Qin He, then Yang Yuming would be the crown prince, and everyone would definitely choose to curry favor with Yang Yuming.
If Qin He defeated Ning Yue, then Yang Zhaokai would be the crown prince, and everyone would definitely choose to curry favor with Yang Zhaokai.
"Ning Yue, I've already swallowed the Tyrant Dragon Elixir. Surrender."
Qin He placed his hands behind his back, looked at Ning Yue, and said indifferently, "With my current strength, I can even easily defeat a Rank 5 quasi-Emperor. You are not a match for me."
"We haven't even exchanged blows, and you are already so sure that I am not a match for you?"
Ning Yue glanced at Qin He, his expression calm.
To be honest.
Qin He had swallowed the Tyrant Dragon Elixir, and his strength had indeed increased a lot.
However, this was not enough to make Ning Yue afraid.
After all, the Tyrant Dragon Elixir had a time limit.
Three minutes.
At most three minutes, the effects of the Tyrant Dragon Elixir would fade.
At that time, how could Qin He fight with him?
"Of course."
Qin He shouted in a low voice, then rose from the ground. His fist carried a violent energy wave as it smashed toward Ning Yue's head.
The might of this punch was terrifyingly strong.
An ordinary peak Rank 4 quasi-Emperor would not be able to block it.
After swallowing the Tyrant Dragon Elixir, Qin He's strength had more than doubled.
When he attacked with his full strength, even a Rank 5 quasi-Emperor would have to avoid him.
"Chop!"
Ning Yue's pupils constricted, and the Red Demon Sword in his hand slashed through the air.
Whoosh!
In an instant, several sword lights flew out, surrounding Qin He from all directions.
Crack! Crack!
However …
The might of Qin He's fist was very terrifying. The moment it came into contact with the sword lights, it shattered them.
"Interesting."
Qin He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ning Yue. "I did not expect your strength to increase so quickly. It seems like I have to teach you a lesson today. Otherwise, if I let you continue to grow, the consequences will be dire."
In Qin He's opinion …
Ning Yue was different from Yang Yuming.
When he sparred with Yang Yuming, he definitely could not injure Yang Yuming.
However, when he sparred with Ning Yue, he could injure Ning Yue. In fact, he could even kill Ning Yue if he was careless.
After all, he knew that the Emperor's choice for crown prince was Yang Zhaokai. Even if he killed Ning Yue, the Emperor would not say anything.
"You are not weak either."
Ning Yue said seriously.
At the same time, Ning Yue continuously poured the energy in his body into the Red Demon Sword and slashed with it.
Whoosh!
This time, only one sword light shot out.
However, the might of this sword light was more terrifying than the dozens of sword lights combined.
"Break!"
Qin He stood where he was and grabbed at the void with his right hand. In an instant, a cold light shot out.
The cold light collided with the sword light that Ning Yue had slashed out.
Crack!
Along with a clear and melodious sound rang out.
The cold light and the sword light shattered at the same time and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Two and a half minutes left."
After two moves, Ning Yue took a step back and calculated the time secretly.
The Violent Dragon Elixir only had three minutes of effect.
Now half a minute had passed.
In other words …
Qin He's current strength could only last for two and a half minutes.
Once the time passed, Qin He would even show signs of weakness.
"It seems that I have to use my big move to deal with you."
Qin He took a deep breath and looked at Ning Yue expressionlessly. He said, "You can force me to use my big move. Even if you are defeated by me, you should be proud."
Swoosh! Swoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking.
Qin He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood instantly burned in the air.
After a while.
The blood turned into a cloud of blood mist.
"Go!"
Qin He's Soul Power surged, controlling the cloud of blood mist to attack Ning Yue at an extremely terrifying speed.
The blood mist was so fast that it almost reached Ning Yue in the blink of an eye.
Furthermore.
When the blood mist arrived in front of Ning Yue, it suddenly exploded.
Countless tiny blood beads appeared and surrounded Ning Yue from all directions.
"Ning Yue, I will ask you for the last time. Surrender or not!"
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