The faces of the Huihai Sword Master and the others changed simultaneously, as they hurriedly stepped forward to support the fainting Yang Kun.
None of them had expected that Yang Kun would actually be angered to the point of vomiting blood by Xiao Yi. The Huihai Sword Master glared at Xiao Yi with furious eyes, grinding his teeth and saying, "Xiao Yi, you've gone too far!"
Not only was Yang Kun a top disciple of the Tianjian Sect, but he was also the eldest prince.
With the support of the Tianjian Sect, the calls for Yang Kun to be named the Crown Prince had been getting louder, and they had hoped that taking advantage of this grand ancestral worship ceremony would allow Yang Kun to secure the position of the Crown Prince once and for all. But now, from the initial competition for the head incense, to the literary offering, and now...
Yang Kun was utterly crushed by Xiao Yi, at a disadvantage.
In the group of ministers now, many had become disappointed with Yang Kun's performance.
In contrast, Yang Ling...
He didn't even need to make a move, with Xiao Yi clearing the way, he won every battle.
His momentum was climbing steadily!
If this continued, the grand ancestral worship ceremony might just become a performance where Yang Ling harvested supporters.
"Gone too far? Have I, Xiao Yi, ever actively provoked trouble from the beginning to the end? It has always been you, acting like jumping clowns, stirring up trouble and nitpicking." said Xiao Yi with a sneer, his contemptuous gaze sweeping over Yang Kun. "Moreover, I'm merely at the Tao Tribulation Realm, while he has entered Nirvana but lacks even the courage to fight me. Such trash, even if I do bully him, what can you do to me?"
Xiao Yi's words were a real indictment!
The surrounding group of court officials and powerhouses from all quarters nodded secretly to themselves, "Xiao Yi is right, such a temperament really isn't suitable for that position!"
"As the esteemed eldest prince, he doesn't even have this bit of responsibility. If he were to become the Crown Prince, I, the general, would be the first to dissent..."
Huihai Sword Master: "..."
Yang Kun, who had just barely regained consciousness, spat out another mouthful of fresh blood: "..."
Emperor Qian couldn't stand it anymore; his look of disappointment laced with a hint of disgust swept over Yang Kun. He had many sons, but only called back Yang Kun and Yang Ling for this grand ancestral worship ceremony, to choose the Crown Prince.
Before this, it was Yang Kun who had more support.
Now, Yang Ling seemed to be overtaking him.
Emperor Qian himself was also very conflicted. Backed by the Tianjian Sect and the peerless War God, it seemed logical for Yang Kun to inherit the position of the Crown Prince, which would make the Great Qian Dynasty's rule more stable. However, Yang Ling was his most beloved son and also the one he saw fit as the Crown Prince.
Emperor Qian took a long breath, deciding not to dwell on this any longer, he said indifferently, "Xiao Yi, I've heard that you have a disciple under your command who possesses the Battle War Holy Body. Let him take the stage first!"
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.
That Ye Heng has the Battle War Holy Body is true, but his cultivation is only at the Fifth Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm.
Should Ye Heng enter the battle first, he would inevitably be overpowered in a prolonged fight and end up defeated.
Emperor Qian was taking a shot at the leading bird, implying that Xiao Yi should not be too high-profile!
Xiao Yi looked towards Ye Heng within the crowd, saying indifferently, "Since the Emperor has commanded, Ye Heng, you take the stage."
With a leap, Ye Heng sprang into the air and then landed on the altar.
A robust body, agile figure.
His muscles were like chunks of lead beneath his clothing, giving his entire body an extraordinarily burly appearance, like a steel-clad War God. Especially the black heavy sword on his back, which added a sense of heaviness and oppression.
The Battle War Holy Body, born for war and victory!
Fighting spirit aflame, burning fiercely.
"Battle War Holy Body? I've been eager to challenge it, and I'll be the first to meet you!"
A figure leapt up, clad in military attire with a sword slung at his waist. His severe aura was chilling, and he clasped his fist towards Ye Heng, saying, "I am Xue Shiyi of the Blood Saber Guard under the unmatched War King. Please, enlighten me!"
Ye Heng merely nodded, his towering figure not moving an inch.
Xue Shiyi's brow furrowed as he sneered coldly, "Daring to belittle me ? Die!"
His figure moved like the wind, blood-colored afterimages flashing consecutively on the altar. His movement technique was so swift it left onlookers astonished, eliciting gasps, "Such speed in his movement technique, he's indeed an elite of the Blood Saber Guard!"
"Even a typical warrior at the Golden Elixir Peak would be inferior to such movement technique!"
"Ye Heng is in danger now!"
Amidst the gasps of shock, Jin Feiyan scoffed, her face full of disdain, "A bunch of idiots, my senior brother can settle this riffraff with just one punch; where's the danger in that?"
"Are you joking? That's the Blood Saber Guard..."
The words had barely left their lips.
Thud! A muffled sound interrupted everyone's thoughts, as gazes uniformly fixated upon the altar, where they saw Xue Shiyi's figure flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, ejected straight from the center of the altar.
Amidst the muffled impact, Xue Shiyi crashed hard into the ground, his face grotesquely caved in.
He was already lifeless.
A collective intake of breath rose, faces awestruck as they gazed at Ye Heng on the platform slowly retracting his punch, baffled, "What, what just happened? How could Xue Shiyi, with such advanced movement technique, be defeated so easily?"
Jin Feiyan looked at the crowd with scorn, stating indifferently, "No matter how strong Xue Shiyi's movement technique is, how does it compare to mine?"
The crowd fell silent.
How fast is Jin Feiyan?
She is the victor of the battle for the incense, after all!
Jin Feiyan spoke with pride, "My movement technique was taught by my master, and I'm merely his nominal disciple. My senior brother, however, is a direct disciple. If my movement technique is so powerful, do you think my senior brother's would be inferior?"
The crowd exchanged glances, dumbfounded.
Only then did they remember, whether it was Jin Feiyan or Ye Heng, both were disciples of Xiao Yi!
If Xiao Yi could teach a disciple with such supreme movement technique like Jin Feiyan, how could Ye Heng, his direct disciple, lack methods to deal with advanced movement technique? In that moment, their gaze turned toward Xiao Yi with additional reverence and admiration.
"Hmph, no matter how much he has inherited from Xiao Yi, I refuse to believe that a discarded failure nobody wanted can surpass the millennium heritage of True Martial Hall..."
Amidst the sound of air being split, a nimble figure stepped onto the void and landed on the altar.
This person was clad in True Martial Hall disciple's garb, holding a longsword in hand, and stared at Ye Heng emotionlessly. He beckoned with a provocative look, "I am Guang Ang of True Martial Hall. Do you dare to fight?"
"True Martial Hall's Guang Ang? He is a sixth-layer Golden Elixir Realm expert, a real heir to True Martial Hall's traditions, and his True Martial Sword Skill is more refined than that of many disciples in the Tao Tribulation Realm. He's much stronger than Xue Shiyi!"
"This time Ye Heng really has met his match!" the onlookers murmured amongst themselves.
Ye Heng spoke, "You said my master is a discarded failure no one wanted?"
"Isn't that so? He's nothing more than a piece of trash abandoned by the Xiao Family..."
Guang Ang's voice was suddenly cut off by a roar from Ye Heng, whose eyes blazed with divine light, his voice booming like war drums, "No matter who you are, daring to insult my master is a path to death!"