Free Web NovelJiang Yu's opponent in this match was Zhong Zhenyue; he didn't even use a single move. A golden Dragon, holding a God Sword in its mouth, hovered in the arena, circling Di City, bathed in the golden light of the sun. Its profound majesty spread like a tide, pressing down in all directions.
Li Mo saw that Zhong Zhenyue was having great difficulty even standing, as if he couldn't stop himself from wanting to kneel.
To resist this pressure, he clenched his teeth until they bled.
"His Highness the Crown Prince's majesty has grown deeper..."
"The Divine Intention in his Yi Soul is the God Realm of the Emperor's Dao. I'm afraid it's not inferior to that of Martial God, the Grand Ancestor."
"Being in the capital, the entire Dijin is his backing... Dijin is equivalent to his Inner Scenery."
At this moment, some people who had witnessed Jiang Yu's power for the first time couldn't help but tremble, feeling a sense of dread.
Which Guan Shen Realm cultivator could win this?
No wonder no one ever discussed whether the Qianlong Ranking Top could change hands... The imperial family's children had been losing repeatedly, initially disheartened.
But upon seeing Jiang Yu's power subdue all directions, even the Fourth Prince, who never practiced martial arts, whose body had long been hollowed out by wine and women, and who had just lost everything, proudly puffed out his chest.
"Crown Prince Brother should be the Qianlong First of all dynasties," Princess Yu Yang's pride returned to her Face.
The Fourth Prince opened his folding fan, leisurely watching the Martial Forest practitioners and the common people prostrating below:
"So what if I lost? I dare to give it, but does God Hammer Little Overlord dare to take it?"
"Just now, Zhong Zhenyue spoke without thinking. I didn't expect him to encounter Eldest Brother today. It's time he learned a lesson."
The Eighth Prince shook his head, regretting:
"He originally had a chance to make a move, but alas, having received imperial favor for generations, how could he bite the hand that feeds him?"
...The people around him knelt in a large area, many on the Qianlong Ranking felt their knees weaken and couldn't stand.
Even the top ten on the Qianlong Ranking seemed unable to control themselves.
"Why don't I feel anything?"
Li Mo, on the other hand, found that the pressure from the opponent was not as great as it was last time at «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» the hot pot restaurant.
In fact, he hadn't felt the so-called 'imperial might' last time either; it was more the pressure brought by the Realm. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
It seemed it wasn't solely because of the Great Sage Divine Intent... because he remembered the statues in those palaces in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm.
One of those statues was of Martial God, the Grand Ancestor, who possessed profound imperial might. At that time, everyone else knelt on the ground unable to get up, but he felt nothing.
"You and Ying Bing have special Physiques."
This voice, accompanied by a clear bell sound, belonged to Tian Miao.
"Hmm? When did you arrive?" Li Mo was taken aback.
Tian Miao was silent for a moment: "Is it possible that I am also on the ranking?"
"I didn't see you on stage just now."
"Yantian Sect is made up of people beyond the world; they do not participate in the ranking's competition."
Tian Miao looked at the stage and shook her head, saying:
"If Zhong Zhenyue continues to persist like this, he will only hurt himself."
"Is the pressure he's experiencing heavier?"
Li Mo also noticed this.
It seemed that the deeper one's connection to the Great Yu imperial family, the greater the impact of the imperial might.
Those who had been in Dijin for a long time, whether commoners or martial artists, were now prostrating themselves.
Even Xie Xuan's Face turned pale, while Huang Donglai and Xiao Qin were in much better condition.
Chu Long... Princess Xiao Jiang was relying entirely on her head-patting Supreme martial art to maintain her composure.
Tian Miao nodded: "The Son of Heaven rules the people in the wilderness; if the ruler wants his subject to die, the subject must die."
"That's a coincidence, my Great Sage Divine Intent gets more excited the more authoritative the opponent is..." Li Mo thought to himself.
Now the Great Sage Divine Intent was even a little hot, with a feeling of being on the verge of bursting forth.
Perhaps it was like the feeling of the hammer treasure wanting to hammer something?
On stage.
"Drop your weapon."
Jiang Yu's voice was very soft, but his tone was like an imperial decree, not to be defied.
The Zhong family guarded the Southern Frontier, and Zhennan King was watching from above. What happened behind the scenes was another matter, but on the surface, he couldn't make it too ugly.
Wouldn't it be good for the ruler and subject to be harmonious and yield to each other?
It was just that Zhong Zhenyue had no such intention, otherwise, he wouldn't even have planned to release his Divine Intention.
"The etiquette between ruler and subject must be observed, but this subject also has a question he wishes to directly ask the Crown Prince!"
Zhong Zhenyue gritted his teeth and stared at him.
Because of the Southern Frontier matter, he had been holding a fire in his heart, but he had no right to question the Crown Prince or Your Majesty in the imperial court.
Brother Li was watching below now. Brother Li hadn't retreated in the Southern Frontier, so how could he retreat without a fight today?
Noticing Zhong Zhenyue's burning gaze.
Jiang Yu still wore a smile on his Face. He was too lazy to explain to Zhong Zhenyue again.
Standing there with his hands behind his back, the imperial authority suddenly intensified.
What was just a mountain suspended in the sky now pressed down.
If you have questions, ask them when you stand before me.
Tear—
Zhong Zhenyue's armor shattered, and his blood vessels ruptured.
His knees bent, but the Divine Intention behind him remained undiminished. It seemed someone was awakening behind him, pushing him forward.
And with each step he took, crimson seeped from his body. In a short time, blood flowed like a torrent, streaming down.
"..."
Jiang Yu looked at him coldly but didn't make a move, because he couldn't.
It was he who had set the tone, the etiquette between ruler and subject. If he made a move, he would lose his majesty.
Step—
Leaving a trail of crimson footprints, Zhong Zhenyue, covered in blood, finally walked before Jiang Yu.
But as everyone held their breath in stunned silence, he suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.
"Tell Brother Li, I'm not a coward."
Zhong Zhenyue collapsed to the ground.
"Heh..."
After the judges announced his victory, Jiang Yu looked down at the stage, but his expression suddenly froze.
Someone seemed to completely disregard his imperial authority and rushed up quickly.
"I saw it, I saw it all."
Li Mo quickly took out medicine for injuries.
"Hiss... Brother Li, be gentle, it hurts, where's my great halberd?"
"The halberd is here, look, the halberd handle... It doesn't hurt, okay."
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Zhong Zhenyue fainted.
Li Mo carried him on his back. As he went down, he found Jiang Yu looking at him in astonishment.
Well, it wasn't just Jiang Yu; the crowd in front of the stage was also bewildered.
No, the Crown Prince was showing off his might, everyone couldn't even straighten their backs, and you went up and carried someone down?
Doesn't Jiang Yu care about his Face?
Li Mo carried Zhong Zhenyue off the stage, muttering:
"Tsk... These double pupils are like cataracts, yet this disabled person is so arrogant."
"???"
The onlookers and the royal nobles leaned back slightly.
What words, what kind of words are these!
Double pupils are a sign of a born emperor, an invincible path. Martial God Your Majesty was born with double pupils.
If you don't understand, don't speak nonsense!
