Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates
Chapter 188 - 186 Heavenly Pride Returning to Position

Chapter 188: Chapter 186 Heavenly Pride Returning to Position

Xiao Ye was thoroughly shaken upon hearing these words. The current Crown Prince, wasn’t he going to be the future King?

To become the heir of the Black Dragon Country’s Royal Family, a massive entity, one’s talents must certainly be exceptional. Add to that the royal cultivation resources, their strength must have reached a terrifying level.

"Brother Wang Lin, I’m not going to lie to you, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my big brother. Just a few months ago, our father mentioned that my big brother will be the youngest Mystic Martial Realtm warrior of Black Dragon Country," Long Yu stated gravely.

"The youngest Mystic Martial Realm warrior? I really want to see how strong he can get." Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes, feeling his blood heat up from within.

He felt that this edition of the Heavenly Pride Battle would include an opponent worthy of his full effort.

After chatting with Long Yu for a bit more, Xiao Ye then took out a Primordial Stone, continuing his attempts to achieve Perfect Innate True Qi.

Every time he made an attempt, there seemed to be some miraculous force suppressing his Innate True Qi back down.

Once...

Twice...

...

After failing ten times, Xiao Ye wished he could curse out loud—damn this Great Emperor Domain was a real rip-off.

The commotion caused by these attempts woke up Long Yu, who was beside him: "Brother Wang Lin, your Innate True Qi should already be perfect, right?"

Hearing Long Yu’s words, Xiao Ye became even more frustrated.

The next day, at sunrise, the entire Imperial Palace was bathed in resplendent golden light, looking majestic and magnificent.

Dong!

As the familiar bell tolls sounded, the young martial artists who were regulating their Qi on the platform opened their eyes one by one, their fighting spirit soaring high, with powerful auras breaking through the clouds, their war intent as thick as it could possibly be.

After a night of Qi regulation and with the elixirs granted by the King, they were back to their peak condition!

Over ten thousand young martial artists came to participate in the Heavenly Pride Battle, but only a thousand were left to enter the Imperial Palace. This brutal selection was like panning for gold in sand, only the true Young Talents remained.

Today, they would compete on the most prominent and dazzling arena in Black Dragon Country, vying for the title of Young Supreme, becoming renowned throughout the land!

Boom!

At this moment, an immense suppression swept over everyone, and as they looked up, they saw two figures flying through the air towards them, one behind the other.

The figure in the back was the Golden Armor-attired National Guardian General.

Ahead was a man in a Dragon Robe, with deep eyes and a piercing gaze, a tall and burly figure exuding a strong sense of suppression.

When the young martial artists caught sight of the man in the Dragon Robe, they almost couldn’t help themselves from wanting to kneel down.

Other Mystic Martial warriors paled in comparison to him; it was like the difference between stars and the blazing sun—the gap was just too great.

Without any doubt, this man in the Dragon Robe was the current Monarch of Black Dragon Country.

"Greetings to the King!" The Mystic Martial warriors from various powers bowed deeply to the Monarch with great respect.

"Greetings to the King!"

All the young martial artists bowed excitedly as if on a pilgrimage.

There weren’t many in Black Dragon Country who had the privilege of meeting the Monarch face to face, it was an honor.

"Rise, everyone." The King halted above the platform, gazing down upon them.

"This year’s Heavenly Pride Battle will be stricter than any year before, but I am gratified that a thousand have still made it to the Imperial Palace. I hope that in this battle, a few more Young Supremes will emerge to uphold Black Dragon Country’s dignity."

After the Monarch finished speaking, he slightly raised his palm, and suddenly, ten square-shaped treasures flew up into the air, expanded rapidly, and then suspended above the Imperial Palace, emitting a hazy glow and casting huge shadows.

These were ten immensely broad arenas, high above, suppressing the Nine Desolates.

"The Heavenly Pride Arena!" murmured Xiao Ye.

He had dueled Zhao Qian on there during the final round of the Chongyang Sect’s Direct Disciple competition, so he was naturally no stranger to it.

The Heavenly Pride Arena was specially created for the showdown between Young Talents and was indeed the most dazzling stage!

These ten Heavenly Pride Arenas, floating in the sky, were clear for the entire Imperial City to witness, truly a spectacle for all eyes.

Every resident of the Imperial City would witness this pinnacle showdown, and among them, the Five Young Supremes would emerge on these ten Heavenly Pride Arenas!

Many Young Talents clenched their fists, their blood boiling with intense desire in their eyes.

"This Heavenly Pride Battle prohibits the use of Elixirs."

"The young martial artists who rank in the top ten of the first challenge choose a Heavenly Pride Arena each to be Arena Master. The rest may challenge them. Whoever remains standing wins the battle, they will be the top ten and move on to the Supreme Battle," announced the King indifferently.

What!

Everyone on the platform was stunned. Many of the Young Talents who were in the top ten of the first challenge started sweating.

According to the rules announced by the King, to become an Arena Master of the Heavenly Pride Arena, one would have to face the challenges of a thousand young martial artists.

Even for those with exceptional strength, without the Elixirs, who could withstand such a terrifying battle?

The difficulty was too exaggerated!

Many young martial artists had pale faces, others wore expressions of despair, and some sighed helplessly... Various emotions were plentifully present among them.

"Hmph, if even this little trial can’t be passed, how can one be deemed a Young Supreme? The path of martial arts is filled with innumerable hardships and dangers; I am merely giving you an early taste of it, hoping you won’t waste my painstaking efforts." The King coldly huffed.

Hearing these words, numerous Young Talents bowed their heads in shame.

Indeed, only those able to triumph under such conditions could be called Young Supremes, commanding greater respect and admiration.

Seeing everyone silent, the King’s authoritative gaze turned to a particular spot and he commanded, "Long Chen, you go to the first arena."

The young martial artists looked puzzled. The ten suspended arenas seemed to be at the same height and similar in size; where did this notion of a first arena come from?

At that moment, they saw the King send another Heavenly Pride Arena flying out of his hand, rapidly expanding in mid-air, soaring above the ten arenas, occupying the absolute peak.

The many Young Talents watched with horror, fixating their gaze on that special Heavenly Pride Arena.

Boom!

In an instant, the sky changed drastically, fierce winds arose, a surging aura rose from the Imperial Palace to the sky, striking awe into the hearts of all beneath the heavens and earth.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a young man in a spacious purple robe with hands behind his back, stepped through the air, ascended into the heavens. His black hair danced wildly in the howling wind, displaying a heroic presence, extraordinary and outstanding.

This young man appeared to be no older than twenty-two, yet he commanded the aura of a dragon ascending the world, stirring the winds and clouds ceaselessly, a True Dragon Emperor in his own right.

At this moment, the scene fell into a silence as still as death.

The aura of the Purple Robed Youth overshadowed everyone, as if he were the main character of the Heavenly Pride Battle, and the others merely supporting roles.

"My heavens, who is this youth? Why do I feel like I am facing off against a Mystic Martial strongman?" A pale-faced young martial artist gasped heavily.

Even experts in the Mystic Martial Realm showed a slight change in expression.

"Father Emperor!"

The Purple Robed Youth gave the King a slight bow and then ascended to the first arena, his purple robe flapping in the violent wind. He stood proudly, causing all the Young Talents to look up in admiration.

"The current Crown Prince of Black Dragon Country!"

Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes, guessing the identity of the Purple Robed Youth.

"Sire, I have long heard that the current Crown Prince Long Chen is the first among the young generation of Black Dragon Country, and seeing him today, his grace is indeed extraordinary," muttered the Divine Fist Sect Master with a forced smile as he saluted with his fist.

Compared to Crown Prince Long Chen, their Divine Fist Sect’s Young Talents fell far short.

"Alas, there will always be fresh talents rising in each generation. Newbies replace the old. With a Prince like him in the younger generation, the Royal Family will surely prosper and climb to the peak of glory," sighed one Mystic Martial Realm strongman after another, clearly aware of Long Chen’s frightening potential.

The King’s face rarely showed a hint of a smile, then he announced, "The battle for Heavenly Pride now begins. Youngsters, show me your power."

"Yes!"

As soon as the words of the King fell, the Young Talents, who had been waiting eagerly for a long time, let out excited roars, their fighting spirit burning fiercely like flames.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

...

Jiang Yunfan, Xue Zhan, and other Young Talents soared into the sky, rushing towards the dazzling battlefield above.

"Brother Wang Lin, let’s go together," Long Yu laughed heartily, his eyes ablaze, evidently impatient to begin.

"Good!" Xiao Ye’s blood boiled, and with a single step, he shot toward an arena like a cannonball.

"Qian’er, have you mastered the Martial Arts secret technique your father passed on to you?" asked the Vice Sect Leader of Chongyang Sect from the crowd.

"I have mastered it," Zhao Qian nodded.

"Good, with this secret technique, you have a chance to become a Young Supreme. I hope you can slay Wang Lin in the battle for Heavenly Pride!" The Vice Sect Leader of Chongyang Sect thought of the scene where Xiao Ye publicly humiliated him and could hardly suppress the anger in his heart.

As a strongman in the Mystic Martial Realm, he had been rendered speechless by a junior’s question, how frustrating was that?

Moreover, the reputation of Chongyang Sect had been utterly tarnished by Xiao Ye. He couldn’t swallow this grievance as long as the other party was still alive.

Generally speaking, in the battle for Heavenly Pride, the fall of a Heavenly Pride is unlikely because each is a treasured disciple of their respective sect. To kill a Heavenly Pride would be to make an unshakeable enemy and to invite furious retaliation.

But in his eyes, Xiao Ye was just an Independent Practitioner; killing him would cause no trouble.

"Father, rest assured, Wang Lin has offended our Chongyang Sect, and he must pay a painful price!" After Zhao Qian spoke, his white robe fluttered without wind as he ascended an arena.

The Ten Great Talents took their positions, proudly standing on the ten Heavenly Pride Arenas, like ten suns bursting with blazing light. Among them, Bing Ya stood out conspicuously as the only woman among the ten, her strength not to be underestimated.

"Hmph, I want to test the strength of the Ten Great Talents!"

A towering young man, like a solid iron tower, shot into the sky and attacked one of the arenas.

With this young man taking the lead, another nine young warriors stepped forward, pushing their strength to the peak, and assailing the other nine arenas.

As for the first arena of Long Chen, no one dared to challenge it. Long Chen’s title of Young Supreme was already beyond question.

The true battle for Heavenly Pride had begun!

At this moment, the whole Imperial City was in an uproar, countless gazes fixed on the arenas above the heavens.

Among the many Heavenly Prides, who would stand out and reach the peak of Black Dragon Country’s younger generation?