"Hahaha, Prime Minister Fang, what a big hat. According to you, I should still be grateful to you?"
Situ Wenyao laughed loudly and took two steps forward. The murderous aura in his eyes became more intense.
Could it be that the old guy Fang Qianmo has chosen to join the second brother’s camp?
"I have no such intention. Everything is for the sake of the dynasty."
Fang Qianmo denied it.
"Humph, let's not talk about anything else. Since you said that Captain Chen has lost his ability to resist, should we announce the result of this arena match now?"
If the entanglement continues like this, Chen Xiannian, who was thrown into the ring, will almost recover.
Although he has absolute trust in Qin Changan's strength, several consecutive attacks have reached the limit of the sixth level of the Spiritual Hero Realm, and there should be little spiritual power left in his body...
"On the first stage, Qin Changan wins and enters the next round."
Fang Qianmo glanced at Chen Xiannian, who was curled up in a ball under the ring, and shouted loudly, announcing the result of the battle in the ring and bringing the battle to an end.
The spiritual power on Qin Changan's blood knife gradually dissipated, but his eyes were still staring at him.
"Young man, don't be so murderous. Being too murderous is not a good thing for you. There are many things in this world that cannot be solved by killing."
Fang Qianmo gently flicked his right hand and threw his sleeves. The golden threads shooting out from the surrounding barriers instantly collapsed, and the barriers turned into little golden lights and gradually dissipated.
He turned around and walked away, heading towards his position on the high platform.
Naturally, new experts entered the arena and began to repair the arena. Without the support of the formation, the damage to Arena No. 1 was more serious.
It needs to be repaired before a new battle can begin.
With a gloomy expression, Situ Yuanliang ordered Chen Xiannian to be brought back. The latter's face was pale, his body was covered in scars, and his internal organs had been displaced.
"Your Highness Third Prince..."
Chen Xiannian opened his mouth to say something, but Situ Yuanliang raised his hand to stop him, and then others lifted him down.
Situ Yuanliang looked at Qin Changan's back with cold eyes, clenching his hands into fists, his sharp nails digging into the flesh of his palms, and little bits of blood seeping out from between his fingers.
If I had known that this guy would bring so much trouble to me, I should have killed him directly when we were in Beidao City.
"Arena No. 3, Situ Yuanliang versus Qian Rui."
Before everyone could recover from the previous battle between Qin Changan and Chen Xiannian, they were attracted by the voice of the No. 3 ring official, their eyes full of shock.
Many of them had gleaming eyes. Is this schedule intentional?
First, there was Qin Changan, who represented the camp of His Highness the Second Prince, and Chen Xiannian, who represented the camp of the Third Prince, and now the two camps are in opposition?
You must know that this is the game of sixteen to eight.
Situ Wenyao frowned, slowly raised his head, and looked toward the southwest.
Is this lottery really a random draw?
Qian Rui didn't think much about it. He walked towards the No. 3 arena and slowly took out a long spear from the bag behind his back. The long spear was dark red, with a deep cold light shining on the tip, and a strong killing intent flowing on it.
Stepping onto the ring, Qian Rui danced with a gorgeous spear in his hand, and strong evil energy surged out of his body.
"General Qian, the imperial capital is not Lanshui Pass. There are some things you can do, and some things you will regret for the rest of your life if you do them."
Situ Yuanliang stood on the ring, the corners of his clothes slowly fluttering in the breeze, looking at Qian Rui with a smile on his face.
"Third Prince, you and I are both understanding people, so there is no need to talk about the situation. Just let it go. Maybe I am not your opponent, but it shouldn't be too easy for you to pass my level."
Qian Rui shook his head slightly. Countless people had said this to him since he became the commander-in-chief of the Anliang Army.
But everyone seems to have forgotten one thing. Whether it is him or Chen Xiannian, at their level, sometimes they don't have many choices.
Their talents are average, and they are able to achieve their current status by working hard step by step.
But this is already their limit. It is almost impossible to climb to a higher position in this life without opportunities.
So you can only choose this method similar to gambling.
What they are betting on is the future of the second and third princes. As long as they succeed, they, as the first group of people to follow, will naturally prosper.
"It seems that second brother has given you something you can't refuse."
Situ Yuanliang slowly raised his hands, purple spiritual flames surged out from his feet, and the purple flames rolled wildly, forming a purple vortex.
Starting from his feet, a piece of purple armor gradually emerged. Purple light flashed on the armor, and countless mysterious runes were engraved on the armor.
In just the blink of an eye, a dark purple battle armor enveloped Situ Yuanliang, and faint purple flames surged out of his body.
"Come on, General Qian, let me see the strength of your Anliang Army, and let me see how big the gap is between the Lanshui Pass Army and the Imperial Army."
Situ Yuanliang took two steps with his feet, drew a semicircle with his hands in front of him, and the purple flames on his right hand swept out and gathered into a purple halberd.
The three-pronged halberd has a cold light shining on it.
"war!"
Qian Rui looked at this scene, a smile appeared on his face, and instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Situ Yuanliang.
The battle between the two broke out, with terrifying aftermath and waves of turmoil erupting in the ring.
Both of them are strong men at the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Spiritual Realm. Their attacks are extremely powerful and their moves are connected very smoothly. Every move and every move is intended to take the other's life.
"As expected of a prince, he is indeed strong enough. I recognize Situ Yuanliang's strength."
"Let's see what you are capable of. Does this noble prince still need your recognition?"
"That's right, Lao Wang, you really dare to say that, aren't you afraid that the royal family will hear what you said and put you in a prison?"
Everyone below was watching the battle on the ring with excitement, feeling the violent fluctuations that were constantly hitting them, and they didn't even want to blink.
A battle of this level is not something you can just watch if you want to. If it were placed outside, it would be too late to hide.
Fang Qianmo, who had just sat down, stood up again and stood on the high platform, watching the situation on the ring, ready to take action at any time to maintain the stability of the formation.
However……
"On the second stage, Situ Wenyao versus Fang Tianlan, please come on stage."
Hearing this voice, the excited crowd below were stunned, and looked back at the No. 2 ring in disbelief.
It's another focus battle. Fang Tianlan is the strongest among the new generation of the Fang family, and he has refused the recruitment of the second and third princes one after another. There are rumors that he has already established contact with the mysterious eldest prince.
.
He also participated in the competition this time. Could it be that the legendary eldest prince was finally going to interfere in the affairs of the royal family?