Jiang Yu’s opponent in this round was Zhong Zhenyue, who couldn’t even manage a single move. Suspended in the arena, he held a Divine Sword in his mouth, with a golden dragon circling the imperial city, basking in the sun’s golden rays, emanating a heavy aura that pressed down like a tidal wave from all directions.
Li Mo watched as Zhong Zhenyue struggled to even stand, as if he desperately wanted to kneel.
In a bid to counter this oppressive force, he bit his teeth hard enough to draw bl**d.
“The Crown Prince’s majesty has reached new heights…”
“The Divine Intent in his Consciousness Soul is akin to the Imperial Divine Form. He rivals even the Founding Martial Emperor.”
“Being in the capital, the entire imperial city is his backing… the Imperial Capital is practically his backyard.”
At this moment, some who were seeing Jiang Yu for the first time couldn’t help but tremble, panic-stricken.
Which Observation Realm expert could possibly win?
No wonder no one ever discussed whether the top slot on the Qianlong List could be challenged…
The noble heirs of the heavenly family had been losing consecutively, their spirits low.
Yet, upon seeing Jiang Yu’s overwhelming dominance, even the Fourth Prince—who had never practiced martial arts and had been drained by a life of debauchery, and just lost everything—proudly straightened his chest.
“The Crown Prince is undoubtedly the top in the history of the Qianlong.” Princess Yuyang’s pride returned to her face.
The Fourth Prince fanned himself with a folding fan, leisurely observing the martial artists prostrated below along with the onlooking citizens:
“So what if we lose? I dare you—can the God Hammer Little Overlord match my wager?”
“Just now, Zhong Zhenyue spoke without thinking, and didn’t expect to run into his elder brother today, time to let him learn a lesson.”
The Eighth Prince shook his head, regrettably saying:
“He did have at least a chance to make a move, but alas, since he received the Emperor’s favor, how could he dare to bite the hand that feeds?”
…
Around them, people started dropping to their knees, many from the Qianlong List trembling as they struggled to stay standing.
Even those in the top ten of the Qianlong seemed to be at their wit’s end.
“Why don’t I feel much at all?”
Li Mo realized that the pressure from Zhong Zhenyue wasn’t nearly as intense as last time during their hot pot escapade.
In fact, he hadn’t really felt the so-called ‘Imperial Might’ the last time either, it was more the pressure that came from the difference in realms.
It seemed not just because of the Great Sage Divine Intent…
This reminded him of the statuary he saw in the bl**d Phoenix Secret Realm.
Among them was a statue of the Founding Martial Emperor, exuding such Imperial Might that everyone else had knelt, and yet he still felt little.
“You and Ying Bing have unique constitutions.”
This voice chimed in alongside a bell-like clarity—it’s Tian Miao.
“Huh? When did you arrive?” Li Mo blinked.
Tian Miao fell silent for a moment: “Is it possible that I’m on the list too?”
“I didn’t see you on stage just now.”
“The Yantian Sect is a world apart, and doesn’t get involved in the battles on the list.”
Tian Miao gazed at the stage, shaking her head:
“If Zhong Zhenyue continues to hold on like this, he will only hurt himself.”
“Is his pressure even heavier?” Li Mo noted this detail as well.
It seemed those with deeper ties to the Great Yu royal family were affected more by the Imperial Might.
Those who had been in the Imperial Capital for a long time—commoners and martial artists alike—were all prostrated.
Even Xie Xuan’s complexion turned pale, while Huang Donglai and Xiao Qian appeared much better off.
Chu Long…
Little Princess Jiang was hanging on only by the divine touch of her head-patting technique.
Tian Miao nodded: “The Son of Heaven shepherds the people, when the ruler demands the vassal’s d*ath, the vassal has no choice but to oblige.”
“Well then, my Great Sage Divine Intent gets more excited the more authoritative my opponent is…” Li Mo mused.
Right now, his Great Sage Divine Intent was practically heating up, on the verge of bursting forth.
Maybe it felt like wanting to hammer something down, like Hammer Treasure?
On the stage.
“Drop your weapons.”
Jiang Yu’s voice was light, yet his tone was as unyielding as an imperial decree.
The Zhong family guards the South Border, with the King of South Border watching from above; how can he afford to make Zhong Zhenyue look too foolish?
Isn’t it nice for the ruler and vassals to coexist harmoniously?
This was probably why Zhong Zhenyue held no such intention, otherwise, he wouldn’t even consider unleashing his Divine Intent.
“The rules of sovereign and minister must be observed, but I have one question I wish to pose to the Crown Prince!”
Zhong Zhenyue gritted his teeth, glaring at him.
Because of the troubles in South Border, he had been bottling up his rage, but he had no right to question the Crown Prince, to question the Emperor in court.
Brother Li was now looking from below, and if Brother Li in the South Border wouldn’t back down, how could he retreat today?
Sensing Zhong Zhenyue’s intense gaze, Jiang Yu maintained his smile, lazy to explain to him.
With his hands clasped behind his back, the Imperial Might surged like fire.
Just now, it was as if the mountain merely hovered in the sky, now it felt like it was coming down.
If you have a problem, wait until you’re standing right in front of me to ask.
Rip—
Zhong Zhenyue’s armor shattered, and bl**d vessels burst.
He bent his knee; his Divine Intent unyielding, as if someone behind him was awakening, pushing him forward.
With each step he took, bl**d gushed from his wounds, and soon enough, he was a bloody mess.
“…..”
Jiang Yu looked at him coldly, but didn’t make a move, because he couldn’t.
He set the tone—dare to act, and he would lose the authority he upheld.
Thud—
Leaving a trail of bright red footprints, Zhong Zhenyue finally made it in front of Jiang Yu.
But just as everyone held their breath, there was a loud thud as he collapsed to the ground.
“Tell Brother Li I’m not a coward.”
Zhong Zhenyue toppled over.
“Ha…”
Once the judges announced Jiang Yu’s victory, he looked down at the stage, but suddenly paused.
Someone seemed to have completely ignored his Imperial Might, rushing up swiftly.
“I saw it, I saw it all.”
Li Mo hurriedly pulled out some healing medicine.
“Hey… Brother Li, be gentle, that hurts! Where’s my halberd?”
“Your halberd is right here, hey, halberd, don’t hurt him, okay?”
“……”
Zhong Zhenyue had fainted.
Li Mo picked him up, and as he headed down, he noticed Jiang Yu was looking at him in astonishment.
Well, it wasn’t just Jiang Yu; the crowd in front was just as dazed.
Wait a minute, the Crown Prince was flaunting his might; everyone couldn’t even straighten their backs, and here you are, carrying someone off?
Does Jiang Yu not care about face?
Li Mo jumped off the stage carrying Zhong Zhenyue, still mumbling:
“Tsk… this heavy pupil looks like a cataract; a disabled person acts all high and mighty like that.”
“???”
The onlookers and noble families leaned back slightly.
What on earth was that supposed to mean!?
Heavy pupils signify a born emperor, a path to invincibility; you don’t just throw around words about the Supreme Martial Emperor like that!
If you don’t understand, don’t speak out of turn!
