Family Cultivation : The Rise Of The Feng Clan

In the preparation area, the nine princes watched Jinghong King with fiery eyes, each fantasizing about the day they could stand in his place.

An unrivaled king, reigning over millions!

Jinghong King ascended to the highest platform in the martial arena and surveyed the crowd. His calm voice echoed across the arena:

"Today marks the Jinghong Empire's Battle for the Throne. I thank everyone for coming to witness this event."

"Today, we will also discover who will become the next Jinghong King."

As Jinghong King's voice resonated through the arena, the crowd erupted with deafening cheers, their eyes filled with excitement.

After a moment, Jinghong King raised his hand slightly, and the noise instantly ceased, restoring a solemn silence.

Such was the influence of a king his words alone could command all to bow.

Jinghong King seated himself on his throne and said indifferently:

"The rules for the battle have been made clear. Everyone will rely on their own abilities, and any means necessary can be used."

"Now, let it begin."

As his voice fell, a figure leaped from the preparation platform, wielding a long blade, exuding an overwhelming battle intent.

"Boom!"

A figure landed heavily in the center of the massive arena, the impact resounding in the ears of the audience like a heavy blow.

The battle had begun!

Countless eyes gleamed with excitement and passion. This was a battle between level 6 experts!

Although the Jinghong Empire was powerful, level 3 layer cultivators made up about 50% of the population.

While level 4 cultivators were relatively common, those beyond that level were rare.

Today's battle for the throne featured mostly level 6 experts. Witnessing such a fight up close was a rare and thrilling opportunity for the audience.

When they looked at the figure on the platform, many immediately recognized who it was.

It was Ji Wuchang, the master of Luminous Summit Sect, a late level 6 layer cultivator. He was also under the command of the First Prince.

"As expected from the First Prince. He starts strong by sending such a powerful fighter right away!"

"First Prince will win!"

"First Prince will win!"

Cheers erupted once again.

From the high platform in the martial arena, Ji Wuchang turned his cold gaze toward the preparation platform behind him.

"I, representing the First Prince, challenge Gongsun Yang under the Seventh Prince."

"Please instruct me!"

On the preparation platform, Gongsun Yang's face grew solemn.

Ji Wuchang's strength far exceeded his, and as a blade cultivator, Gongsun Yang was almost certain to lose.

Lin Jin transmitted his voice to Gongsun Yang:

"Mr. Gongsun, if you can't hold your ground, surrender immediately. This battle is officially considered a sparring match, and with my father watching, Ji Wuchang won't dare to kill you."

"Just do your best."

Gongsun Yang nodded gravely and then tore through the void to land on the platform.

The atmosphere in the arena instantly ignited.

"A battle between level 6 experts! This is my first time seeing such a fight. I never imagined I'd witness this so closely one day!"

"Too bad Gongsun Yang will likely lose. I don't know about the others, but I'm sure the Seventh Prince has no chance of winning the throne this time."

"The Seventh Prince doesn't have any strong supporters. Having a mid-level 6 layer like Gongsun Yang is already remarkable."

"That's not quite right. The reason the level 6 supporter, he'd have more than just two followers."

In the spectator seats, a stunningly beautiful woman watched anxiously, her eyes full of worry.

Lin Yimeng clutched her clothes, her heart tight with tension.

"Master, please don't get hurt."

Ji Wuchang, a late level 6 layer cultivator genius, had reached this level before the age of two thousand. In contrast, her master, Gongsun Yang, was nearing the end of his lifespan.

The difference between them was stark.

A eunuch standing beside Jinghong King announced, "Begin!"

The next moment.

Two powerful auras surged out, and a sharp blade light cut through the air, slashing toward Gongsun Yang like a shooting star.

Gongsun Yang quickly formed a seal, and energy surged through his body.

"Mountain-Cleaving Seal!"

A massive dark-green seal collided with the blade light.

"Boom!"

The explosion roared, and violent winds tore through the air, creating eerie howls.

Even with just this one clash, if the arena hadn't been protected by formations, countless people would have been killed by the shockwaves.

Such was the power of a level 6 expert!

Gongsun Yang was sent flying, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his energy became disordered. There had been no probing in their exchange—they had started with their strongest attacks.

But it was clear that Gongsun Yang had lost.

Ji Wuchang sneered coldly, his eyes full of indifference.

He raised his hand again, his blade intent soaring into the sky, piercing the clouds. At that moment, he seemed to embody the essence of a blade.

In the next instant, Ji Wuchang vanished from the spot, transforming into a stream of light as he charged toward Gongsun Yang.

"Master!"

Lin Yimeng stood up, her eyes filled with concern.

"It looks like Gongsun Yang is going to lose. The gap in strength is just too great."

"Ji Wuchang is truly a genius. He once fought a peak level 6 layer expert to a draw. Gongsun Yang, a mid level 6 layer cultivator , is no match for him."

No one was surprised by Gongsun Yang's impending defeat.

It was an expected outcome.

As Ji Wuchang approached at lightning speed, Gongsun Yang showed no fear. His eyes cold, he charged forward to meet him head-on.

Seeing this, many people shook their heads.

Why wasn't he retreating when he knew he was weaker? Was he asking to die?

What a fool.

Ji Wuchang sneered, and the sharpness of his blade intensified. Even those watching felt a stinging sensation in their eyes.

"Die!"

Just as the two were about to collide, a golden light suddenly appeared in Gongsun Yang's hand.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled violently as a vast sword aura spread out.

What is this?!

Ji Wuchang's eyes narrowed, a sense of dread prickling his skin, as if he were facing his nemesis.

In the next instant.

The golden light flashed, instantly slicing through Ji Wuchang's neck, severing his head cleanly.

He didn't even have time to react before he was slain.

The golden light didn't stop there; it pierced through the arena's protective formation, leaving a massive hole before finally dissipating.

"How... is this possible?!"

Ji Wuchang's pupils dilated as his life force rapidly faded, his voice filled with disbelief.

How could he lose?!

"Thud, thud..."

His head fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the crowd in the arena was stunned.

Ji Wuchang had been defeated!

No one had expected this outcome. They had all thought Gongsun Yang would be the one lying in a pool of blood. But instead, Ji Wuchang had lost his head.

The sudden reversal left everyone dumbfounded, their eyes filled with confusion.

What had just happened?

On the throne, Jinghong King squinted as he looked at the hole in the formation, his interest piqued.

"Sword King's sword aura from Heavenly Sword Mountain."

"This Seventh Prince... is not simple at all."

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