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As the eunuchs' voices sounded out, everyone in the training field gathered together. The princes and princesses, sons and sons of noble kings, were arranged according to the level of their families.

All of the youths raised their sharp heads as if they were waiting for the appearance of the eighth dragon elephant. They wanted to start the Martial Arts Ceremony to fight for the True Martial Imprint.

Everyone knew that the victor became a powerful person in the Spirit realm. With ten thousand people watching, the loser could only leave the stage dejectedly. It could even turn into a cold corpse and fresh blood sprayed all over the altar.

The two times I killed you, I was blocked by others. But after a while, the Martial Arts Competition began and the scene was chaotic. I want to see who can save you now. You fool, you actually want to obtain a Zhen Wu Imprint?

It was unknown when old Hong Anshan suddenly came out from the corner and stood behind Hong Yu. With his hands behind his back and a cold sneer on his face, his killing intent surged as he said, "I will not let you go, you fool. You have provoked me time and time again, so you deserve death. After your death, your position as a prefecture lord, your cultivation techniques and martial arts, all sorts of fortuitous encounters were all mine! And that bitch Li Muyue, I will humiliate her in the future. She actually dares to scold me, she's simply courting death! "

These words were filled with killing intent. The surrounding princes all felt a chill run down their spines when they heard these words. Anyone could tell that Hong Yu was determined to kill the old man.

Everyone cast a gaze of 'pity' towards Hong Yu.

It was already extremely difficult to obtain a True Martial Seal from the great martial ceremony and the chaotic battles. If there was an expert like the twenty-eight of them that was acting as his servant, it would be really difficult for him to reach the heavens.

Hong Yu just stood there quietly and ignored him. He didn't even lower his eyes to look at the crowd's reactions.

He knew that the hatred between him and 28th was as deep as the ocean, it couldn't be dissolved at all. In their hearts, they both wanted to kill each other.

Mouthy skills were useless, the truth was the truth!

In the world of martial arts, the path of king was the one with the biggest fist!

"You!" When Old 28 saw that Hong Yu had an indifferent expression and completely looked down on him, his rage raged even more and he was just about to continue cursing.

"The eighth duke has arrived!"

A loud and melodious voice rang out.

No one dared to be negligent. They cupped their hands and bowed slightly to show their respect.

"Da da, da da"

The sound of orderly footsteps could be heard as a group of masters wearing black armor walked over. Their movements were uniform, they were respectful, bloody, and their temples were high. It was obvious at a glance that they were well-trained martial artists and guards.

Surrounding them was a young man wearing a purple robe and a crown on his head. He was wearing a Li Long's purple robe as he slowly stepped onto the altar.

This young man walked with firm and vigorous steps. When faced with such a grand scene that worshipped the heavens, he didn't show the slightest bit of nervousness. Instead, he appeared extremely calm.

This person was none other than the old Eight Flood Dragon Elephant.

He stepped onto the sacrificial altar with no sadness nor joy on his face. He turned his head slightly and looked down from above. His eyes were like arrows as they continuously scanned the princes and nobles below the altar.

There seemed to be an indescribable temperament in his eyes. No matter how noble or prideful a person was, those who were gazed upon by him, would involuntarily be affected by him. They would restrain their arrogance and become humble.

Looking at all this, he nodded his head in satisfaction. Suddenly, his gaze noticed Hong Yu. A sharp light shot out like a sharp blade, terrifying like lightning. It seemed to be able to see through everything and all the secrets within Hong Yu's body.

Hong Yu also felt a terrifying sensation of sharpness on his back, as if he was being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast. He hurriedly raised his head and locked gazes with the old eight Hong Long and elephant.

In the blink of an eye, Hong Yu felt as if he was in a vast sea, in raging waves, under the service of a flock of vicious sharks. However, he didn't know how to swim and was about to drown to death before being dismembered by those bloodthirsty sharks.

"You're right, eighth brother has a hidden enmity towards me. Now he is suppressing my mind, one is to test my depth, and two is to defeat my spirit, making me dispel my fighting spirit." "If I truly succeed in his path, then my spirit will be weakened and my battle power will be greatly reduced. After a short battle, I will definitely die."

Hong Yu's heart quivered and he immediately understood the evil intentions of Ol 'Eight.

He had already reached the peak of the Mortal Realm and gave birth to a strong mental aura. He had a very deep impression of the martial arts aura, especially after a few days of interaction with Jiang Lishuo, he knew that once he reached a high level of cultivation, he focused on mental aura. When facing an opponent, as long as he gazed at them, the opponent would feel boundless terror.

It was impossible to guard against, and a single glance could make the enemy tremble with fear. If one's skill was insufficient, then it was more likely that one's mental strength would be defeated, their vital energy and blood would decline, and they would become seriously ill.

Moreover, the one who died in his hands, Old Twenty-Nine, seemed to have a grudge with Old Eighth. Although Hong Yu had long known that Old Eight's, Hong Xiang, had always been hostile towards him, he never thought that he would actually use such a sinister method to plot against him.

"Jin Ge Sumeru, Hidden Big Qian …"

Hong Yu quietly operated his trillions of golden lances, and as soon as the spiritual pressure of the old eight dragons and elephants penetrated his body, he immediately felt waves of dead silence, emptiness, and obscure, as if Hong Yu was a piece of diamond.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, Hong Yu's ears exploded and his head buzzed. It was actually Ol 'Eight who coldly humphed. He gathered his voice together and transmitted it over, expressing his dissatisfaction towards Hong Yu. In fact, it could even be considered a naked killing intent.

Hong Yu knew that this was his move and it had already attracted Hong Long Xiang's displeasure.

However, he did not flare up. Instead, he pretended as if nothing had happened, allowing Ol 'Eight to size him up with a cold and indifferent look.

After a long while, Hong Long slowly shifted his gaze to the princes and princesses waiting in line. With a wave of his sleeve, he said, "Ladies and gentlemen."

"We pay our respects to the Eighth Prince …"

The crowd shouted in unison, and everyone felt a surge of power, as if a strong wind and lightning could stir the wind and rain. They couldn't help but cast their eyes at his raised sleeves, thinking deep in their hearts that his cultivation base was terrifying, and his power was unfathomable.

This kind of power was simply too shocking, enough to shake the hearts of those who saw it.

"Ol'eighth is indeed tyrannical!" With every single action, every single raise of his hand or foot gave off the atmosphere of a leader. It could affect a person's heart, and at least, they would be in the Zong realm. However, it was said that eighth brother's cultivation was not considered top-notch among the eight dukes. What kind of high and deep realms would the head, fourth son, and truly outstanding princes be at? And father, this Celestial Emperor, legend has it that his power allows him to slay gods … "

Hong Yu was secretly shocked. He and Eighth Brother had only exchanged a glance, and he had already felt the deep hostility from the Eighth Prince. Now, from his simple wave of his hand, he could feel the unfathomable and terrifying martial arts cultivation of the other party.

The terror of Ol 'Eight was not something he could see at the moment. He was able to cross realms to fight against Jiang Liushuo, but facing Ol' Eight, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. They were not on the same level at all.

However, the more powerful Old Eighth was, the more Hong Yu was eager and full of fighting spirit. With such a powerful enemy, only by constantly looking around at him would he feel a sense of urgency and not dare to relax!

"I should have been hosted by royal father this time, but royal father has already gone into seclusion. In order to prepare for the Berserker Seizing Battle next year, the burden of hosting the ceremony fell on this king. I hope everyone can perform well and after becoming a martial artist, there will naturally be countless benefits waiting for everyone." Hong Long Xiang kept sweeping his eyes over everyone. His tone seemed amiable, but it was actually filled with an irrefutable aura.

After a long while, he shouted, "The Martial Arts Competition shall begin!"

Afterwards, there were sounds of music coming from the sacrificial altar. The large magic conch was blown, and the large magic drum was struck. All kinds of musical instruments were mixed together to form a solemn and solemn melody. It gradually affected everyone's minds, and they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

Afterwards, on the altar, within a huge four-legged square cauldron, the broth boiled as palace maids with colorful muslin fluttered back and forth, holding all sorts of precious spirit essences that flickered elegantly in their hands and throwing them into the cauldron one by one.

Eighteen huge and powerful warriors, holding long spears in their hands, beheaded livestock and vicious beasts. Their fresh blood was then collected into the cauldron.

"Boom —"

Within the square cauldron, a burst of powerful light was released. It shot straight into the sky like an immortal flying into the vast starry sky, connecting with the unknown sky.

Suddenly, a miracle occurred. Streams of green mist flowed down from the sky, but the wind did not disperse. Instead, it surged and gradually covered the entire martial arts training ground.

It was as if everyone was in a fairyland.

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"

The ground shook and huge fissures split open one after another. Along with the rising mist, nine lone, hundred zhang peaks rose up from the ground. They were tall and steep, as if they were nine heavenly swords that stood upright.

On the peak of the nine mountains, there were nine shining cages, and one could faintly see the Nine Directions Exquisite Jade Plate. It was carved with the patterns of birds, insects, fish, mountains, rivers, and even the words' True Martial 'could clearly be seen.

"It appeared! The True Martial Seal has appeared!"

"There are actually only nine True Martial marks this year, there are too many monks and too few porridge. I want to reach the peak first and take one!"

"Your hands are fast, but your hands are slow!" Clearly, a battle is approaching! "

Looking at the nine great peaks, everyone was ready to make a move.