With the drawing of lots completed, the princes went up to the platform in pairs to compete.
The Third Prince defeated his opponent with great ease.
Afterward, he began paying close attention to the matches on the platform, especially Ye Fan's.
When Ye Fan defeated his opponent with a single move, the Third Prince couldn't help but feel relieved. Good, good... he wasn't eliminated.
“Empress, is it entertaining?”
The Demon Emperor watched the fights on the arena and turned to ask the Empress.
“Huh?”
The Empress, who was absentmindedly wondering when Elder Gu would make his move, couldn't help but startle.
Snapping out of it, she turned to look at the Demon Emperor.
“What is the Empress thinking about?”
“Oh! Nothing, it's just that I didn't expect little 98th Prince to be quite capable. I'm a bit surprised!”
The Demon Emperor's eyes flickered, and he nodded.
“Indeed, I also didn't expect little 98th Prince to be so powerful, to the point of being able to dispatch his opponent so cleanly.”
“Let's see how he performs in the next rounds!”
The Empress also nodded in agreement.
However, she thought to herself, will there even be a next round for him?
After the first round of battles ended, the sixteen victorious princes, along with the 6th Prince who had drawn a bye earlier, stepped onto the platform once more.
During this round's drawing of lots, the Third Prince became even more infuriated. Ye Fan had actually drawn a bye.
He hadn't expected this damned fellow to have such incredible luck.
Once this round of combat concluded, the eight winners and Ye Fan drew lots once again.
Fortunately, Ye Fan didn't get a bye this time.
His opponent for this round was the 44th Prince. Seeing Ye Fan's opponent, the Third Prince felt that Ye Fan would definitely be eliminated in this round.
This was because the 44th Prince possessed a high-stage 4th-rank cultivation.
Ye Fan was only at the early stage, so wouldn't he be easily handled by his opponent?
In that case, Ye Fan might just die.
No, this guy must die. He's an eyesore!
With that thought in mind, while the other princes were dueling on the platform, the Third Prince quietly approached the 44th Prince.
“Old 44, how about we make a deal?”
The physically robust 44th Prince looked at the Third Prince with curiosity.
“It's impossible for me to go easy on you. After all, we are competing for the position of Crown Prince.”
The Third Prince was taken aback, feeling a bit of disdain for the 44th Prince in his heart.
You only have a high-stage 4th-rank cultivation, yet you want to compete with me, a peak-stage cultivator? You must still be dreaming.
However, remembering that he had come to make a deal with this guy, the Third Prince let out a chuckle anyway.
“That's not what I want to talk to you about.”
“Oh? Then what is it?”
The 44th Prince looked at the Third Prince in confusion.
Immediately after, the Third Prince transmitted his voice to the 44th Prince: “I want you to beat little 98th Prince to death on the platform...”
“What?”
Hearing the Third Prince's voice transmission, the 44th Prince gasped and couldn't help but glance at Ye Fan.
“I want you to kill little 98th Prince,” the Third Prince transmitted his voice again.
“No way, absolutely not. Father Emperor and Mother Empress are watching. If I beat little 98th Prince to death, Mother Empress will be heartbroken, and if Father Emperor gets angry and disqualifies me, what then?”
The 44th Prince's eyes flickered as he repeatedly refused.
“You can just make it look like an accident!” the Third Prince continued to transmit his voice, cursing inwardly. Excuses, all fucking excuses. He just wants benefits.
“No... absolutely not...”
The 44th Prince refused again, also cursing in his heart.
You said it was a deal, so where are the benefits? Who's going to do your dirty work without any benefits?
The Third Prince frowned. It seemed he wouldn't get anywhere without bleeding some wealth.
“Five hundred thousand spirit stones.”
The 44th Prince replied, “No...”
“Eight hundred thousand spirit stones!”
“No... way.”
“One and a half million spirit stones.”
The Third Prince gritted his teeth and directly offered an astronomical price.
Once I become the Crown Prince, I'll have as many spirit stones as I want.
“Deal.”
The 44th Prince agreed without the slightest hesitation.
Hearing the 44th Prince agree, the Third Prince was also overjoyed.
“It's a deal then.”
Saying that, the Third Prince handed a storage bag directly to the 44th Prince.
Just then, it was the Third Prince's turn to step onto the platform. His opponent was also a peak 4th-rank prince.
After utilizing various methods, the Third Prince still managed to defeat his opponent.
The reason the Third Prince was so confident that he would definitely become the Crown Prince was because his own strength was indeed formidable.
After descending from the platform victorious, he stared sinisterly at Ye Fan as the latter stepped up.
Today is the day you die. At the same time, he thought that if Ye Fan died, Gou Fenghuang would surely fall for him, right?
“Brother Ye, you have to be careful!”
Hu Xian’er spoke with a face full of worry.
“Be careful,” Gou Fenghuang also urged from the side.
“Little Fanfan, you should just surrender. Whoever becomes the Crown Prince, I'll go and kill them tonight. If that doesn't work, I'll just kill all the princes, and you'll still be the Crown Prince...” Hu Niu shouted domineeringly from the side.
“I think that works!”
“Sounds good!”
As soon as Hu Niu's words fell, Gou Fenghuang and the others immediately chimed in.
Ye Fan looked at the three crazy female demons in speechlessness. Do you hear yourselves?
Are romance-addled minds completely devoid of brains?
Kill them all? Do you really think the Demon Emperor is a joke?
If it weren't for the Demon Emperor's presence, he would have killed all the princes himself long ago.
Besides, there was a major event happening today.
“No need, I can handle it.”
After saying that, Ye Fan directly stepped onto the arena. He really couldn't be bothered to talk to these three female demons.
It was bad for his mood, and bad for his intelligence...
Seeing Ye Fan on the platform, some of the demons below couldn't help but discuss:
“How many moves do you think this 98th Prince will last before he's defeated?”
“Three moves, not a single one more...”
“If it weren't for his good luck, the 98th Prince would have been eliminated last round...”
The crowd of demons all believed that Ye Fan was bound to lose this time.
General Tiger watched Ye Fan on the stage, murmuring in his heart: I'd like to see what your true strength is.
Looking at Ye Fan on the platform, Lu Ming also hadn't expected that this fellow, who harbored ill intentions toward them, would actually make it this far.
Crack, crack... He cracked melon seeds and analyzed with Big Yellow beside him, “It probably won't be easy for this guy to win this match, right?”
Ptooey... Big Yellow spat out a melon seed shell and nodded in agreement, “Right...”
Although the 44th Prince was two minor realms higher than Ye Fan, a higher realm didn't guarantee victory.
After all, they could all fight above their realms, so it should be normal for others to be able to do the same!
After Ye Fan stepped onto the platform, the 44th Prince followed him up.
On the platform, the 44th Prince, dressed in a mysterious black brocade robe, sized up Ye Fan.
In his heart, he was planning how to accidentally beat Ye Fan to death without anyone noticing.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, also sizing up the 44th Prince.
Being only two minor realms higher was absolutely not a problem.
After all, when it came to fighting above his level, even bridging an entire major realm was no issue for him.
With his current strength, he could even go toe-to-toe with an early-stage 5th-rank demon beast.
“Begin!”
As the referee's voice echoed, a playful smirk curled on the 44th Prince's lips.
His figure swept before Ye Fan like a flash of lightning, his palm wind carrying a wave of killing intent aimed directly at Ye Fan's face.
At the same time, he deliberately shouted aloud, “Little 98th Prince, you better be careful...”
He had already planned it out; he would just go up and slap Ye Fan to death.
At worst, if his Father Emperor asked why he had killed the 98th Prince, he would just say he hadn't expected Ye Fan to be so fragile that a single palm strike would end him.
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