"Soul... Devouring... Hand!"
Wind San gazed at Sen Lei's eyes, which had turned blood-red. His gaze was icy cold, filled with murderous intent.
"I surre..." Wind San coughed up blood, his voice trembling. However, before he could finish the word 'render', a terrifying upheaval in his chest abruptly interrupted him.
"Boom!"
The sensation of blood exploding pierced through Wind San's chest. His body trembled violently and fell backward, powerless. His arms drooped, his body drained of all color, as if all his blood had been extracted. He lay on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
In the void, silence reigned.
The crown prince, with such violent means, had instantly killed Wind San, a ninth-level Ling Body practitioner.
Those who had come to watch the spectacle felt conflicted. The crown prince of Sen Luo was not only uncrippled but had become even more bizarre and terrifying! That crimson blood hand allowed Sen Lei to become strong enough to defeat opponents across realms. If he ascended to the Ling Sea realm, he might crush those at the same level.
Sen Lei, however, did not feel the joy of victory. He glanced at the blood on his left hand, and to the onlookers, his blood-red eyes appeared cold and terrifying.
"Hiss~" The people around, including the officials on the platform, gasped.
"What just happened? Did I see the crown prince instantly kill the supposedly dominant Wind San?!"
In over a dozen matches, the crown prince had crushed everything, winning repeatedly!
The crown prince's overwhelming strength deterred independent contestants from other nations from daring to challenge him.
"The battle for the spot ends here," Sen Yan coldly announced, then addressed Sen Lei, "Bring Wind San up here and remove his hat and mask so everyone can recognize him."
Sen Lei steadied his breath and immediately went up to grab the wretched Wind San, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.
"Rip!" Sen Lei roughly tore off Wind San's upper clothing and threw it away. Sen Lei did not know who he was, but his father's command must have had a reason.
Sen Yan stood up, pointing at the drooping head of Wind San. "This is Feng San, a member of the Wind Country's Wind Patrol Guard."
"Wind Patrol Guard?" The people around were surprised.
Then the emperor's words made them understand why he had ordered the crown prince to remove the man's mask.
"An intelligence officer from the Wind Country, ranked third."
"Seize him!" At this moment, Chu Ge emerged from behind Sen Yan.
Even the national teacher had not noticed when someone appeared beside the emperor.
"Wait!"
Just then, Feng Jun arrived at the palace gate with his entourage. As he spoke, royal guards surrounded him. These guards were all ninth-level Ling Sea experts.
Seeing this, many people's faces changed.
They realized there were so many experts hidden among them! And no one had noticed!
Sen Yan did not waste words, stepping into the air to confront the guards. His dragon robe fluttered in the wind as he spoke calmly, "It's an honor to have the Wind Country's lord visiting us."
Feng Jun looked at Sen Yan's "courteous" words helplessly. "This is a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? What does the Wind Country's lord mean?" Sen Yan's gaze was intrigued as he looked at Feng Jun.
"Could it be that this young man disguised his age, challenged others, and reported information all on his own?" Sen Yan addressed Feng Jun.
The meaning was clear—everything that had happened today or in the past was undeniably connected to Feng Jun.
People from other nations, witnessing this scene, felt a shiver. It seemed there was no way for the Wind Country and Sen Luo to make peace today!
They hurriedly left to report back, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
Feng Jun knew that saying anything more would be futile since Sen Yan had caught them red-handed. Anything said now would be seen as an excuse.
Feng Jun could only lower his stance a bit, "I will investigate this thoroughly when I return. Please, let me take him back, and I assure you, the Sen Luo crown prince will receive an explanation."
Seeing Feng Jun's submissive tone, Sen Yan was not surprised.
"If I insist on taking him back for interrogation?" Sen Yan pointed at Feng San, whom Sen Lei was holding.
At this point, Wind San had regained consciousness, his face as pale as a vampire in the television shows Sen Lei had seen. He hadn't expected his blood hand could also absorb the opponent's blood energy for a power explosion. Previously, during the Iron Man's training, he had controlled his blood energy for a long time, thinking it was a move that would injure both himself and his enemy severely.
He had thought it was a technique to be used only in the most desperate situations. This experience showed him the real power of his skills when used against living "targets." He realized he needed to venture out more in the future!
"Master..." Wind San's voice trembled.
"Shut up!" Feng Jun snapped. Wind San's miserable appearance and unnecessary words made Feng Jun frantic.
Challenging in the ring was one thing, but to lose when you are a ninth-level Ling Body against an unstable eighth-level youngster? And to get caught and have your identity revealed! Was there anyone more useless?
He vowed to thoroughly investigate the Wind Patrol Guard! They were supposed to gather intelligence, not fight! Had their brains turned to mush from lack of work?
Gritting his teeth, Feng Jun asked, "What do you want?"
"I am a straightforward person who doesn't play tricks. If you're worried I'll use this as a pretext for war, then go back and wait for my war declaration! The prestige of the Sen Luo Kingdom from hundreds of years ago needs to be remembered!" Sen Yan's peak Dao Mirror aura surged.
The surrounding citizens of Sen Luo were invigorated!
The founding emperor of the Sen Luo Empire had led his army to conquer half of the Rad Continent, virtually invincible!
Back then, there were no numerous nations vying for power, only three: Sen Luo, Donghua, and Xichu.
The Wind Country was originally a family that gradually grew stronger, eventually becoming an independent nation.
The founding emperors of the three major empires had mysteriously disappeared fifty years into their reigns! This led to various families rising up, training forces to seize power, and a century of war ensued. This eventually formed the current state of dozens of nations coexisting on the Rad Continent.
Donghua split, the royal family collapsed due to a lack of competent heirs, dividing into four nations: East, West, South, and North Hua. The original Donghua had long ceased to exist, replaced by nations formed by distant relatives of the royal family.
Xichu and Sen Luo, though their territories were smaller, managed to survive, considered lucky! Xichu and Sen Luo were separated by the Rain Chu Kingdom, originally a powerful family within Xichu.
Sen Lei knew nothing of these secrets, which were only passed down to the reigning sovereign.
The reason for only having one heir in Sen Luo was to safeguard these secrets. While this made succession more difficult, it was necessary! Revealing this secret would bring great trouble to the nation.
The three founding emperors had vanished, their cultivation levels above the Dao Mirror realm. After their disappearance, no one had broken through to that level. Each emperor of the Sen Luo Empire knew there was an unbroken connection to the so-called "upper realm"! Every emperor sought a way to enter the upper realm, all in vain, until recent emperors found hope in academies. But they lacked the qualifications.
Sen Yan had been elated to learn his child was a natural spirit body, not just for the child's future but in the hope he could enter the upper realm and unravel these mysteries.
Back then, there was no Rad Academy, also known as Fenghua. People didn't even know what the upper realm was—another continent? The celestial realm? A shroud of mystery enveloped the Rad Continent.