After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

This time, he disregarded everything and activated the secret technique.

The true power of the Eternal Physique.

Burning blood.

Burn your life essence in exchange for a temporary boost in power.

This is a forbidden technique for those with an eternal physique; each use will cause irreversible damage to the body.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else.

He wants to win.

We must win!

A terrifying aura erupted from him, more than twice as powerful as before.

The aura surged into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, causing the entire training ground to tremble.

The crowd below the stage paled and retreated hastily.

"What is the Fourth Prince doing?!"

"He's burning his life essence!!"

"No way, is this some kind of desperate act?!"

Ding Wan's expression changed, and she was about to rush onto the stage.

This power has far surpassed that of Zhuge Wuxin, whom they encountered in the Northern Continent.

But Xu Ze turned around and gently shook his head at her.

That look clearly said: Don't worry.

Ding Wan stopped, bit her lip, and ultimately did not move.

She trusted her man.

On the arena, Mu Jun's aura had reached its peak.

He stared intently at Xu Ze, his eyes filled with madness.

"Death!"

He struck out with his palm.

This palm strike used all of his strength.

The golden palm print was ten times larger than before, blotting out the sky, and pressed down on Xu Ze.

Wherever the palm print passed, space shattered, and the entire training ground trembled, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Xu Ze remained calm.

He looked at the overwhelming palm print and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

Then, he raised his hand.

A sword strike was unleashed.

The moment the Flame-Slaying Sword was drawn, the world changed color.

A crimson sword aura roared out, carrying the power to scorch the heavens and boil the seas, heading straight for the golden palm print.

The sword energy collided with the palm print.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling light.

There was only a soft sound.

"laugh--"

The enormous golden palm print, as if made of paper, was cleaved in two by the sword energy.

Mu Jun was struck dumb, coughing up blood as he was sent flying backward.

He smashed through the ring, through the protective array, and into the audience, carving a trench tens of feet long in the ground.

Finally, it crashed into a stone pillar and came to a stop.

He slumped in the ruins, covered in blood, barely breathing.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank.

The Fourth Prince, Mu Jun, the number one prodigy in the Central Continent, was defeated.

They were utterly defeated, with no chance of fighting back.

The young man in the blue robe only threw two punches and used his sword from beginning to end.

It was as if they were doing something trivial.

Xu Ze sheathed his sword and turned to look at the audience.

His gaze swept over the dumbfounded audience, over the shocked and pale aristocratic families, and over the fourth prince who was slumped in the ruins.

Then, he looked at Ding Wan and Bai Yuxi.

"Let's go."

Xu Ze said calmly.

The two women nodded at the same time and walked to his side, one on the left and one on the right.

The three turned around and prepared to leave.

"stop!"

Just then, a hysterical voice rang out.

Everyone turned to look.

Mu Jun struggled to his feet, covered in blood, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

"You think...you think winning is the end of it?"

He hissed, his eyes filled with madness, "I am the Fourth Prince! The future Emperor! This Central Continent is my domain!"

He raised his hand and took out a jade talisman from his bosom.

Crush it in one go.

"Pass down the order: Launch the operation!"

The expressions of the people in the audience changed drastically.

launch?

Launch what?

Just then.

A loud noise suddenly came from the direction of the palace.

Immediately afterwards, flames shot into the sky.

Countless figures surged out from all directions, heading towards the palace.

There were assassins dressed in black night clothes, demons clad in scale armor, cultivators wielding magical weapons, and disciples dressed in Fire Cloud Valley attire.

"A rebellion! There has been a rebellion!"

"Protect the palace!"

"Run away!"

The training ground instantly descended into chaos.

Cries, screams, and sounds of fighting rose and fell.

Hu Zhilan was jostled about by the crowd, her hairpins fell off, her skirt was trampled and dirtied, and she looked utterly disheveled.

She looked at the surging rebels and the bloodthirsty assassins, her legs went weak, and she could barely stand.

"Father..." she called out, trembling, but there was no sign of Hu Taiwei in the crowd.

Other powerful families also fled.

Mu Jun stood amidst the ruins, watching this scene, and burst into maniacal laughter.

"Do you see that? The entire capital belongs to me!"

He looked at Xu Ze, his eyes filled with smugness and madness.

"You're very strong, ridiculously strong, but so what? Can you stand against an army all by yourself?"

Xu Ze looked at him without saying a word.

Mu Jun laughed even more wildly.

"Once I seize the palace and ascend the throne, the first thing I'll do is exterminate your entire clan! All your women will be sent to the brothels! All your friends will be executed by slow slicing! You..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw that there was suddenly another person behind Xu Ze.

That's a woman.

A phoenix robe of dark gold, an unparalleled face, and a gaze that looked down upon all living beings.

Empress Dowager Mu Yan.

She appeared out of nowhere, standing behind Xu Ze, coldly watching him.

Mu Jun's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Mother, Empress Dowager..."

His voice was trembling.

Mu Yan looked at him, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

She just stood there, doing nothing and saying nothing.