“Huh? The atmosphere feels a bit off?”
“Something happened to Junior Brother? Doesn’t seem like it!”
Under Ying Qingge’s puzzled gaze, a hysterical roar echoed from the martial stage.
“Ah!”
“Damn it!”
“Damn it all!”
“I refuse to accept this!”
While the crowd envied Su Chen, the Prince of Yan’s Heir let out the most unwilling roar.
He had endured for years, not just as the Prince of Yan’s Heir but also as a prodigy of a great sect. All his restraint and planning were for the day he would rise and make his name known across the world.
But… but… in the end, it all paved the way for Su Chen’s success.
How could the proud Prince of Yan’s Heir accept this?!
Absolutely unacceptable!!
It was an utterly shocking upset.
“Su Chen!!”
With a gritted shout filled with resentment, the Prince of Yan’s Heir’s eyes burned with jealousy and hatred, a terrifying intent to kill lurking deep within.
Immediately after—
Crack!
A jade bottle was instantly crushed in his hand.
Inside the bottle was a pill wrapped in lightning and brimming with blood qi, radiating terrifying power.
This pill was like a bait cast by a demon, luring cultivators step by step into an abyss of eternal ruin.
“Your Highness, no!”
Seeing this, a powerhouse from the Prince of Yan’s mansion immediately tried to stop him.
But it was too late.
The Prince of Yan’s Heir, whose aura had been waning, swallowed the Thunder Blood Pill, a forbidden pill that burned his lifespan and potential.
After consuming it, his power surged to an astonishing peak.
The surrounding civil and military officials retreated, fearing the Prince of Yan’s Heir would lose control and cause collateral damage.
In his jealous frenzy, the Prince cared for no consequences. He transformed into a blood-red shadow, charging at Su Chen with lethal intent.
His speed was blinding, like a streak of lightning or a blood shadow tearing through the sky!
But as fast as he came, he fell even faster.
Earlier, Su Chen had only been adjusting to his physique and power, even holding back in the end.
Now, seeing his opponent resort to forbidden means to kill him, Su Chen’s dark eyes no longer showed mercy.
“Courting death? Why bother?”
With a soft sigh, he held nothing back. A single punch tore through the air, carrying the supreme might of the Imperial Dragon Physique.
Boom!
This punch was terrifying—terrifying to the extreme! It was far beyond what the Prince of Yan’s Heir could withstand.
Su Chen’s strength had reached the pinnacle of the Body Tempering Realm, invincible in his tier and capable of sweeping across higher realms!
Boom!
In a flash, it was as if nine heavenly thunders exploded in the void.
Su Chen’s punch unleashed the domineering power of the Imperial Extreme Body to its fullest.
Even with the Thunder Blood Pill and forbidden techniques, the Prince of Yan’s Heir was still no match for Su Chen.
“What?!”
Suddenly, the civil and military officials stood up in shock.
The crowd was dumbfounded, their eyes filled with disbelief as they stared at Su Chen.
“How is this possible?!”
The entire arena erupted, everyone stunned.
When the Prince of Yan’s Heir consumed the Thunder Blood Pill, many cultivators thought Su Chen was doomed, if not crippled.
Who could have imagined that Su Chen hadn’t even used his full strength earlier? Now, with a single punch, he had left the Prince, who had resorted to forbidden means, half-dead!
Pfft!
The Prince of Yan’s Heir crashed to the ground, spitting out a blood arrow mixed with fragments of his internal organs, grievously wounded by Su Chen.
The fight was decided, and Su Chen did not press further.
His actions were to clear obstacles for his Senior Sister, not to create trouble.
But as Su Chen prepared to leave, the collapsed Prince of Yan’s Heir glared at him with venomous resentment, like a poisonous snake.
Even as Su Chen stepped off the stage, the Prince suddenly produced a blood-red, lightning-wreathed Thunder Bead in his hand.
“Watch out!”
“No!”
“Dodge!”
The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.
The Prince’s earlier actions had already been shameless, but no one expected him to stoop so low as to launch a sneak attack!
In that moment, his sudden assault put Su Chen in grave danger.
Whoosh!
A streak of blood-red lightning appeared behind Su Chen, aiming straight for his heart.
Crack!
But the Prince never could have anticipated that, at this critical moment, Su Chen reacted faster.
With a backhand strike, Su Chen’s palm, heavy and unyielding, landed on the Prince’s heart before he could complete his attack.
Pfft!
In an instant, the once-arrogant, ferocious Prince of Yan’s Heir seemed drained of all strength. His world darkened, and he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
The Prince of Yan’s Heir was dead!
Su Chen’s killing of the Prince was no small matter.
On any other occasion, countless officials would have condemned him.
But now, though shocked, few spoke up for the Prince.
Su Chen had given him a chance to live, yet the Prince repeatedly sought his own death. His demise was his own doing!
At that moment—
“Congratulations, Host, for successfully completing the hidden task: No One But a Rich Lady Can Make Me Go Soft.”
“For successfully defending the dignity of a kept man and the love of a rich lady, you are rewarded with one portion of Supreme Marrow-Cleansing Liquid!”
“???”
After decisively killing the Prince of Yan’s Heir, a cheerful trumpet sound and cheers rang in Su Chen’s mind.
“This…”
Listening to the system’s description of the reward, Su Chen was stunned.
The reward aside, could the system describe the task more seriously?
Buzz!
But the matter was far from over.
After Su Chen killed the Prince, a jade pendant on the Prince’s body suddenly shattered.
The moment it broke, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, far away, sensed it.
The Heavenly Thunder Sect, one of the top great sects, had countless disciples and an ancient, enduring legacy.
With Empress Ying Qingge’s protection, the Prince of Yan himself dared not object.
But the Prince of Yan’s Heir also held the status of a direct prodigy of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, making the situation extremely delicate.
The sect was notoriously protective of its own.
And the Prince was one of their prized direct disciples.
Under everyone’s gaze, a majestic phantom emerged from the shattered jade pendant.
The figure was tall and robust, wreathed in endless lightning, exuding a terrifyingly oppressive aura.
Though only a phantom, it still instilled an overwhelming sense of dread in the crowd.
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