Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

"AHH!" As the Celestial River Ninth Sword surged forth, before the blade even arrived, Wang Dong was sent flying by the erupting Sword Qi. A bloodcurdling scream followed.

PUH!

As the scream rang out, Wang Dong spat a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a snapped string.

"Wang Dong was defeated, too?" Watching him get blown away, the entire crowd was stunned.

Even the great Dukes in the viewing stands frowned.

"How can this Ling Fei be so powerful?" Liu Changyang's brows were knitted together.

"Not only is this young man's Cold Qi overwhelming, but his mastery of the Mystical of Martial Arts is also exceptionally strong!" Even Prince Long couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he had clearly sensed the Mystical within Ling Fei's sword strike.

If Ling Fei's victory over Liu Haichen had barely qualified him as a genius...

...then defeating Wang Dong, a Celestial Spirit Realm cultivator, was nothing short of astonishing.

This was a classic case of fighting above one's realm.

In the Empire, anyone who could fight above their realm was, without exception, a peerless genius!

Such individuals were exceedingly rare; typically, only members of the Royal Family could achieve such a feat with their powerful Martial Arts.

"Haha, Brother Fei won! Brother Fei defeated a Celestial Spirit Realm expert!" Wu Dapang shouted at the top of his lungs while the rest of the crowd was still stunned.

He was overcome with excitement.

"Now, there's only one match left," Wu Dapang said, his face full of anticipation.

'If Ling Fei can win just one more time, will this whole crisis finally be over?'

"Ling Fei! Ling Fei!" Cheers erupted from the crowd, sending the entire Martial Arts Arena into an uproar. Tens of thousands of students looked on with fervent expressions, many with tears streaming down their faces. They were tears of joy; this victory showed them a glimmer of hope for Ling Fei's survival.

'Did he really win?' Tears welled in the corners of Shangguan Yurou's eyes. She was overwhelmed with emotion.

"I never thought he could defeat a Celestial Spirit Realm Cultivator without even using his Soul Secret Technique," Shangguan Qingmu said, his face alight with joy.

"If he wins one more, it'll be enough." The academy Elders were also filled with fervent hope. Even they hadn't expected Ling Fei to win.

Han Beihai looked toward Prince Long.

"Ling Fei wins this match." Seeing Han Beihai's gaze, Prince Long's brow twitched slightly before he announced the result.

As the words fell, the Marquis of Eatern at his side frowned. He sent a private message to Prince Long using a condensed sound technique, "Your Highness, Ling Fei has now won two matches in a row, proving he can fight at the Celestial Spirit Realm. For the next match, we must send someone who can utterly crush him. Otherwise, this situation will become difficult to handle!"

He personally didn't care about the outcome of this competition.

If Prince Long hadn't made his promise, he would have moved to execute Ling Fei regardless of the results.

He was only reminding him now out of fear that Prince Long would be put in an awkward position.

After all, Prince Long had given his word at Celestial River Academy. If he went back on it, he would lose credibility.

The Marquis of Eatern himself, however, couldn't care less.

He was here for revenge, not to establish his prestige.

"Marquis of Eatern, you need not worry. It will be nigh impossible for Ling Fei to win this third match. As for the one taking the stage next... in the entire Empire, aside from a few of the Princes, there is no one at the Perfect Innate Realm who could hope to defeat him!" Prince Long replied with a faint smile, his voice also transmitted directly into the Marquis's ear, his tone brimming with confidence.

"Oh?" Hearing this, the Marquis of Eatern's eyes lit up, and he glanced at the young man standing off to the side behind Prince Long.

"Feng'Er, you will take the stage for this battle!" Prince Long's gaze shifted as he addressed a young man in a python robe standing behind him.

"Prince Li Chengfeng!" As Prince Long spoke, the eyes of Marquis Yun, Liu Changyang, and the others nearby all lit up.

This young man in the python robe and feathered coronet was none other than Prince Long's youngest son, Li Chengfeng!

Li Chengfeng had a tall and slender build. A noble air radiated from him, and his handsome face was set in a cold, indifferent expression.

He was only nineteen, yet he had already stepped into the Celestial Spirit Realm and was now on the verge of reaching the Celestial Spirit Middle Stage Realm.

Such talent was nearly unrivaled within the Empire.

One must understand that condensing Gang Qi has varying degrees of difficulty.

The more powerful the True Qi one cultivates, the more difficult it is to condense Gang Qi.

As a Prince, Li Chengfeng cultivated a Royal Clan Technique, which made advancement comparatively difficult.

Yet, he still reached this Realm at nineteen, a testament to his immense talent.

"With Prince Chengfeng taking action, this victory is assured!" the Marquis of Eatern said, his face alight with glee.

"Yes, Father," Li Chengfeng assented, stepping forward from the back.

With a single movement, he soared toward the Martial Arts Platform.

By this time, Wang Dong had already been led away by Elder Dean Wang of Tianyan Academy to have his injuries treated.

"I never thought it would be Prince Li Chengfeng." Watching him soar forward, the faces of the Celestial River Academy Elders grew grim.

"If Ling Fei can't win this time..." Han Beihai's brows were locked in a tight frown, his face etched with worry.

Although he had known all along that Prince Long wouldn't give Ling Fei an easy way out, seeing Li Chengfeng take the stage still brought him immense pressure.

After all, Ling Fei had just struggled to defeat a Celestial Spirit Realm Cultivator, seemingly earning himself a chance.

But Li Chengfeng's appearance seemed to extinguish that final shred of hope!

"It's Li Chengfeng!" Shangguan Yurou's face was also filled with astonishment.

"Members of the Royal Family can all fight above their realm!" Shangguan Qingmu's brows furrowed. As a member of a major Clan, he naturally understood what the Royal Family represented.

It represented an unattainable level of power, an invincibility among peers of the same realm.

"It's over. Ling Fei is truly finished this time!" Voices filled with despair echoed across the Martial Arts Arena.

By now, no one believed Ling Fei could possibly defeat Li Chengfeng.

These despairing voices naturally found their way to Ling Fei's ears.

'Li Chengfeng, Prince Long's youngest son?' Ling Fei's brow furrowed as he carefully sized up the young man soaring toward him.

As he focused his senses, he was startled to feel a familiar aura emanating from the young man—an aura that caused his very spine to resonate in response.

'Dragon Qi?' A glint flashed in Ling Fei's eyes.

WHOOSH!

Just then, Li Chengfeng landed on the Martial Arts Platform.

Li Chengfeng cut a handsome and imposing figure, his face stern. A noble air radiated from between his brows.

"Ling Fei... to defeat Wang Dong while merely at the Innate Realm Perfection, you are indeed worthy of being called a genius of Celestial River Academy. Your comprehension of the Mystical of Martial Arts is also admirable," Li Chengfeng said coolly. "However, while this world has many geniuses, there are few Clans that have stood for a thousand years. For you to be so arrogant and pick fights with Clan Members before you have even fully matured is the height of foolishness. Today, it will be no injustice when you are defeated by my hand."

His tone was detached, his bearing like that of a lofty monarch gazing down upon an ant.

It was as if, in his eyes, Ling Fei was already a defeated man.

Few in the entire Celestial River Academy had ever witnessed such an arrogant demeanor.

"Haha! So in the eyes of you so-called nobles, when an ordinary person fights back merely to defend himself, it's considered 'arrogant'!" Seeing Li Chengfeng's high-and-mighty attitude, Ling Fei burst out laughing. When his laughter subsided, his gaze fixed on Li Chengfeng, becoming incomparably cold.

"However, from where I stand, aren't you the one being arrogant and conceited? We have yet to fight. How can you be so sure I will lose?" Ling Fei remained fearless, his words ringing out with firm conviction, devoid of any servility. At this moment, he felt his blood begin to boil.

The more his enemies flaunted their arrogance, the more they looked down on him, the more he was driven to fight with everything he had.

He would use his own two fists to teach these haughty fools a harsh lesson.