Within Savage Beast Valley, the battle situation was extremely intense!
Under the current circumstances, the trialists from the Xia Feng Kingdom side had completely fallen into a disadvantage.
The many trialists led by the Eighth Prince Yang Jun had initially only had less than half of them take action, but later, more and more people began to join the fray.
Vivian and the others, who were already struggling to cope, were now completely overwhelmed. Not only was their True Yuan severely depleted, but they also began to sustain injuries.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Amidst the fighting, arrows suddenly shot through the air, swift and fierce, aimed at the few from Xia Feng Kingdom.
This was a trialist under the Eighth Prince's command, particularly skilled in archery. This sudden attack caught everyone off guard before they could react.
The arrows flew past, blood splattered. Li Hu, the largest in stature, became the primary target. In the first exchange, an arrow struck his left arm. Xia Mang was even worse off, hit by two arrows, one in the left shoulder and another in the right leg, blood pooling on the ground.
Hua Shaoyang was also struck by an arrow, though it only grazed his right arm, drawing a string of blood beads. He was relatively unharmed.
Although arrows were also aimed at Vivian and Princess Hong Rong, both women swiftly dodged. However, while evading, the True Yuan power from others struck them, causing their delicate frames to tremble violently. The blood energy within them churned in waves, and their True Yuan power felt unstable.
Before they could even catch their breath, the attacks from the numerous trialists came raining down again. The two women were blasted back several steps, their beautiful faces pale and bloodless, a trace of bright red blood faintly visible at the corners of their red lips.
Seeing this scene, the Thirteenth Prince, who was in the midst of battle, let out a long, resonant roar that shook the valley. His landscape fan flew out, spinning in the air as vast True Yuan power exploded, blocking most of the attacks.
However, this move also gave the Eighth Prince Yang Jun an opportunity. Finding an opening, he thrust his sword, piercing through the Thirteenth Prince's left shoulder. Blood beads sprayed out—he was already wounded.
"Thirteenth Prince!"
Everyone exclaimed in shock, but the Thirteenth Prince's expression remained unchanged. Suddenly, the aura around him surged violently. A fierce gale rose, his black hair billowing without wind. He had actually broken through at this moment! His aura had grown more than twice as strong.
Yang Jun was astonished. "You actually broke through?"
"Indeed. But for you, it's bad news," the Thirteenth Prince said, enduring the pain in his left shoulder. He closed in, his right hand flipping over as he executed a Great Tumbling Monument Palm directly onto the Eighth Prince's chest. With a thunderous crash, he sent the Eighth Prince flying, who spat out a mouthful of blood.
But the Thirteenth Prince frowned, because he sensed that this Eighth Prince Yang Jun was wearing armor. Most of the force from that Great Tumbling Monument Palm had been negated; less than half of it actually affected Yang Jun.
Just as the Eighth Prince was about to hit the ground, other trialists under his command intervened to save him. He stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth, and looked at the Thirteenth Prince with a cold glint in his eyes.
Enduring the intense pain, the Thirteenth Prince slowly withdrew the sword from his left shoulder inch by inch. Blood instantly dyed a large portion of his robe red, but he paid it no mind. Surging True Yuan power forced out the sword energy and poison from the wound. Then, holding the sword in his left hand, he pointed it at the Eighth Prince from a distance, the sword's light flickering uncertainly.
Although injured now, his cultivation had broken through to the sixth level of Xiantian. His aura was more enduring, True Yuan power surging within him, filling his limbs and bones, giving him a powerful feeling.
The Eighth Prince wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression cold. "Well done, Xia Teng. I didn't expect you to break through in the midst of battle. It truly surprised me. But don't think that just because you broke through, you can escape my grasp. Everyone, attack! Kill Xia Teng together!"
"Yes!"
Figures swiftly appeared—eight or nine of them—all now wielding weapons as they charged to attack Xia Teng.
Xia Teng gave a light shout, his sword slashing out. A massive sword energy, a full five zhang long, cleaved through the void, terrifyingly powerful.
The nine quickly reinforced themselves with True Yuan, crossing their weapons in front to block. The sword light swept across them, resulting in a deafening explosion that blasted several of them away. However, the force was also dispersed, so what ultimately landed on the nine wasn't much.
But Xia Teng seized the opportunity to charge forward. His sword flickered continuously, silver radiance gleaming brightly. Three strands of True Yuan power spiraled around, striking three trialists and sending them flying back, coughing blood. The spirit talismans on their bodies were blasted apart—they were eliminated.
When a certain threshold was reached, the spirit talisman would self-destruct, automatically eliminating the bearer.
In the blink of an eye, three were eliminated. The remaining six looked somewhat fearful. But at that moment, the Eighth Prince Yang Jun, wielding another sword, charged forward, launching successive attacks. He took the brunt, resisting the Thirteenth Prince's fierce assault.
Simultaneously, others seized the chance to attack as well. The situation suddenly became much more perilous.
Vivian, Princess Hong Rong, Hua Shaoyang, Xia Mang, and Li Hu desperately held their ground, unleashing various powerful Xiantian martial techniques. Xiantian manifestations accompanied their attacks. For now, they were merely defending on the stone platform.
Among those present, only Yang Yi could still sit cross-legged on the stone platform in quiet cultivation. Even the others frowned—this was going too far. Seeing their companions in dire straits, not only did she not help, but she was still cultivating. Was this woman insane?
Boom!
A wave of True Yuan power swept past, knocking her out of her cultivation state and off the stone platform into the cold pool. Forced awake, she coughed up blood, lightly tapped the water's surface, and flipped back onto the stone platform. She shouted at her companions, "Why didn't you protect me? Can't you see I was cultivating?"
Everyone frowned. It was bad enough that Yang Yi didn't help; now she was actually yelling at others for not assisting her. This was truly excessive.
"Get lost!"
Who was Princess Hong Rong? Born in the royal palace and educated in high etiquette, even she couldn't help but curse now. She casually swept out a wave of True Yuan power, knocking Yang Yi back into the cold pool. She coldly snapped, "What do you think you are? Get lost over there. Stop your incessant nagging.
Yang Yi's face alternated between green and pale, utterly embarrassed yet furious. But facing Princess Hong Rong, she could do nothing.
Clang! Clang!
In the air, the Thirteenth Prince and Yang Jun clashed and separated. Waves of True Yuan power collided, the air exploding, rolling waves of heat sweeping over them, overwhelming.
This was the battle that drew everyone's attention—the fierce clash between two Hundred Strong Trialists.
Although Xia Teng had broken through, his injuries suddenly flared up, causing his strength to plummet significantly. He could no longer overpower Yang Jun.
The Eighth Prince Yang Jun held a sword, its light surging forth, raging across the sky, completely parting the air. This was the true strength of a Hundred Strong Trialist. Wave after wave of sword light swept toward the Thirteenth Prince, overwhelming.
The Thirteenth Prince met him head-on, also using sword against sword. Fierce gales howled, thunderous booms resounded, captivating all eyes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two continuously leaped and clashed in the void, each exchange intensely fierce.
"Xia Teng, I must admit, you are indeed impressive. But today, you will be eliminated. Everyone, attack!"
Figures swiftly crossed the air. Yang Jun no longer intended to fight one-on-one. Five Xiantian experts arrived at Yang Jun's side—the same five whose initial attack had wounded the Thirteenth Prince.
Now, the six of them attacked together, facing the Thirteenth Prince once more.
The battle was fierce, but it ended quickly. Under the protection of the five Xiantian experts, Yang Jun closed in on the Thirteenth Prince. His long sword slashed out, sword energy like sharp light. He even opened his mouth and released a strand of innate essence energy, striking the wound on the Thirteenth Prince's abdomen. Ultimately, wounded, the Thirteenth Prince was sent flying, crashing onto the stone platform.
Everyone gasped. The Thirteenth Prince had been defeated. What about the others? Were they really going to be eliminated?
"Xia Teng, I told you, today is your elimination day," Yang Jun sneered coldly. Then, with a clang, he drew his sword and thrust it toward the Thirteenth Prince.
Was he really going to be eliminated?
Xia Teng smiled bitterly. There was truly no way out now, unless either Xia Yang or Ye Chen appeared. But would they really come?
At this point, aside from elimination, there was no other option.
The Thirteenth Prince, utterly helpless, took out his spirit talisman, about to crush it and eliminate himself. But at that moment, a thunderous voice, rolling like thunder, exploded over Savage Beast Valley, shaking the entire valley—
"If you dare harm a single hair on my friend, you will all die without a doubt today!"
A dark light flashed. A ferocious Scaled Golden Lion appeared in the sky, carrying a young, cold-faced figure on its back. He looked down upon everyone from on high, like a Divine Spirit towering above, commanding submission.
Ye Chen—had arrived!