Ye Luoâs heart surged with emotion. At this moment, he truly understood that the path of strength was boundless. Perhaps he had grown somewhat complacent before!
Ye Luo turned around, directing his gaze toward his final target.
"Prince Bei, itâs your turn!"
Your turn?
What does that mean? Could it be that the Ninth Princeâs challenges had been planned in a specific order all along?
Suddenly, people recalled that both of Ye Luoâs defeated targets were members of the Demon Clan.
Could it be that this Prince Bei, eldest son of the Bei Royal Mansion, is also of the Demon Clan?
At this moment, Prince Beiâs expression shifted drastically. Although the other two had not perished directly by Ye Luoâs hand, the fact remained that Ye Luo had initiated the challenges!
The three of them were, without a doubt, the highest-ranking Demon Clan members within the Great Tang Empire, effectively their top agents.
Could it be that the Ninth Prince had seen through their true identities?
No, thatâs impossible. If he had uncovered their identities, it wouldnât make sense for him to wait until now to act.
Perhaps it was merely by chance.
No, he absolutely couldnât afford to fight this damn Ninth Prince. Ye Luo was practically a nemesis for the Demon Clan. Engaging him would only lead to death!
"Your Highness, I wouldnât dare raise a hand against you. I concede! I concedeâdoes that not suffice?"
Prince Beiâs thoughts raced, but the words he chose were ones of submission. He even displayed extraordinary deference toward Ye Luo, as though in fear of Ye Luoâs authority.
"Oh, concede? Are you telling me youâll give up this opportunity?"
Ye Luo was aware that the Demon Clanâs goal was to gain access to the Eighth Region, as this time, the Emissary hadnât restricted entry solely to members of the Human Race.
Was he truly planning to abandon his mission?
But Ye Luo didnât know that having just killed two Demon Clan leaders, he had already caused this particular member of the Demon Clan to be overcome with terror.
At the same time, Prince Bei dared not act recklesslyâeven for the grand ambition of his clan!
The Demon Clan had only five top agents within the Great Tang Empire. If he were to die, it would mean losing three of the five, greatly derailing their future plans.
Thus, this Demon surrendered willingly.
"Your Highness, what words to you utter? My companions and I have always been your loyal servants. If you desire my position, it is yours for the taking without hesitation!"
How eloquent!
Ye Luoâs lips curled into a smile. If he hadnât already known this guyâs true identity, he might actually believe Prince Bei was a loyal servant of the Great Tang Empire!
What a pity. No amount of performance could salvage him, because Ye Luo had already received intelligence from the Border Guards.
"Die!"
Suddenly, Ye Luo leaped off the arena. Ignoring the rules, he charged at Prince Bei with intent to kill.
...
"This kid is quite interesting!"
The Emissary smiled faintly, his gaze falling upon Ye Luo. In his eyes, being assigned to the Eighth Region was an insult. At this juncture, only Ye Luoâs actions had piqued his interest.
In fact, he was already considering taking Ye Luo away.
Selecting individuals?
That was entirely the business of the Great Tang Empireâthe so-called top three rankings, so-called outstanding talent?
It was nothing more than the Empireâs arbitrary criteria.
The Emissary was indeed here to recruit, but there were no fixed standards. The sole criterion was whether or not he personally liked the candidate!
Prince Bei attempted to resist, but at this moment, it was no longer within the rules of the arena. Yun Liancheng, who had accompanied Ye Luo for a long time, knew him well enough to understand his character.
And Princess Ling Xue? There was no doubt about her loyalty; in her eyes, she already saw herself as Ye Luoâs person.
With these two acting decisively, they immediately stepped in to assist Ye Luo.
Moreover, with Ye Luoâs earlier slaughter of two Demon Clan members fresh in everyoneâs minds.
Now, none dared to question Ye Luoâs actions. Some lent him their aid, while others, even if they didnât intervene, quickly distanced themselves.
Prince Beiâs face twisted with terror and disbelief as he shouted, "Your Highness! If I have offended you in any way, I beg for your forgiveness. Iâm willing to offer everything in reparationâplease, state your wishes!"
He uttered these words while dropping to his knees, his demeanor suggesting he had been utterly oppressed by Ye Luo.
What a pity. No matter how much he pleaded and feigned vulnerability.
Ye Luo remained relentless.
"Slash!"
Sword Qi erupted forward.
It was about to strike Prince Bei when he suddenly raised a hand, summoning a protective barrier to fend off the attack.
"Ninth Prince, since you leave me no way out, I have no choice but to fight!"
As he spoke, Prince Bei finally revealed his weapon.
Truthfully, the display even managed to stir apprehension among some, causing a portion of the onlookers to hesitate.
But fortunately, there were still those who trusted Ye Luo and struck without hesitation.
This was no longer the arena. Victories through gang-up tactics here only broke Great Tang laws, not the academyâs arena rules.
But with the Imperial Guards stationed around and Ye Luo being a Prince.
Breaking laws seemed inconsequential, as interference from outsiders was unthinkable.
Under the coordinated assault, no matter how deceitful the Demon tried to be, he eventually revealed his true form, and his end came in an instant.
"Alright, my task is complete. You may continue your challenges."
Ye Luo spoke indifferently, stepping back as though ready to leave.
What!
Could it be that the Ninth Princeâs sole motivation here was to kill these three Demon Clan members?
Stunned and incredulous, the so-called elites of the Royal Academy could no longer count the times they had been shaken todayâso much so that they had grown numb to shock.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Ye Luo dared not ignore it, for it came from the lips of the Emissary sent from the Eighth Region.
"Ye Luo greets the elder."
There was no way Ye Luo would show disrespect. To slight the Emissary would be akin to courting death.
"Haha, no need for formalities. Youâre a prince of the Great Tang Empire? Not bad. Come, follow me to the Eighth Region!"
...
"The Eighth Region! The Ninth Prince has been chosen!"
"My goodness, the Ninth Prince is so lucky!"
"Why couldnât I have the same fortune..."
The audience buzzed with excitement at the powerful figureâs words, sparking endless chatter.
However, Ye Luo stood up, smiling at the Emissary as he responded, "Apologies, elder. As a prince of the Great Tang, my Empire requires me. Though I am deeply grateful for your kindness, I cannot follow you to the Eighth Region. Ye Luo thanks you sincerely for your generosity."
He refused. He actually refused!
For a moment, silence pervaded the field. The crowd had once again been rendered speechless by sheer astonishment.
Even the Emissary hadnât anticipated being turned down after extending his invitation!
"Are you sure about your decision?"
The Emissary questioned Ye Luo.