922 Decline (2/2)

”If that's the case, then let's just decide the victor straight away.” Zhao Feng's expression became grim. Even if the little thieving cat won against the turtle, Liang Sang would probably just take out even more spiritual pets and prolong the fight with Zhao Feng, and since Zhao Feng wasn't actually a professional beast tamer, he didn't carry many spiritual pets around with him.

”Hmm?” Liang Sang was surprised and felt that something was amiss. What did Zhao Feng mean by that?

Zhao Feng waved his left hand, and a chubby jade-like silkworm appeared in the air.

Boom~~~~

The entire martial arts field fell silent as a terrifying aura of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races shook the spectators' hearts, and everyone immediately retreated dozens of yards. Their faces went white, and their breathing stopped.

The dark green giant turtle shook, and the bloodline within its body trembled in fear as it looked at the little silkworm in disbelief. The Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly opened its jade-like eyes and looked at the dark green giant turtle.

Hu~~

The giant turtle yelled in fear and immediately stuck its head into its shell. Its shell kept on shaking on the ground and created an earthquake.

Liang Sang's mouth fell wide open; ”Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races!”

Even though he was far away, he could feel the aura of the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly. It had reached the level of an Emperor, but since it was an original species of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, its true strength could even affect Sacred Lords. All beasts that weren't from the ancient era would be suppressed by an entire cultivation level by it. This meant that his rare Peak-tier King beast was only an early-stage King against it.

Liang Sang would only be able to fight back against the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly if he took out a rare Sacred Lord rank beast.

Liang Sang took back the giant turtle and looked at Zhao Feng with envy and jealousy, but he could do nothing. No matter what he took out, he wouldn't be able to win. His spiritual pets didn't even dare to look at the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly directly.

Why did Zhao Feng have rare Five Poison Distinct Bees? Why did he even have something from the Ten Thousand Ancient Races? All of this was unfair in his mind, but Liang Sang didn't consider the fact that, even if he was able to meet a species from the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, he wouldn't be able to tame it.

”This one admits defeat.”

Whoosh!

Seeing Liang Sang admit defeat, Zhao Feng took back the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly.

Some of the spectators were still in shock from the pressure of that ancient aura. They hadn't even seen what kind of spiritual pet Zhao Feng took out, and the fierce battle they were looking forward to didn't happen.

Grandmaster Liang Sang admitted defeat in this fight. Liang Sang quickly left the field and had no face, so he left with the Sky Pond City Lord.

Butler Qi arrived at this moment with a smile, ”As expected of Young Master Zhao. Your beast taming skills far exceed the level of a Grandmaster.”

Butler Qi felt a bit diffident because he didn't really want them to fight, but since he wanted to see Zhao Feng's beast taming skills, he didn't stop them. Now that he saw it, how could Zhao Feng's beast taming abilities be bad if he could even control a species from the Ten Thousand Ancient Races?

”Good, very exciting!” A laugh suddenly sounded across the entire martial arts field, and a bulky male in golden dragon-robes walked out. He had a strong air of providence around him. Next to him was a youth in white.

”His Highness the Fourth Prince!”

”Fourth Prince.”

Some of the spectating imperial members bowed while the servants and guards went down on one knee. The entire field went quiet, and Zhao Feng's heart jumped. In the reports, the Fourth Prince was ranked the strongest in forces supporting him and in terms of individual strength as well.

”Zhao Feng, long time no see.” Next to the Fourth Prince, Zhuge Yun gave a faint smile as spoke.

”Zhuge Yun?”

From the looks of it, Sky Suspension Palace was standing behind the Fourth Prince's back.

Zhuge Yun was a strategist who directed the group from Sky Suspension Palace in the Divine Illusion Dimension. He was only below that of Xuanyuan Wen.

The Great Gan Lord Dynasty only had two four-star powers: Sky Suspension Palace and the Grand Imperial Hall. Since the Grand Imperial Hall was the host of the battle for Crown Prince, they didn't participate.

”I heard Brother Zhuge and Xin Wuheng talk about you. Seeing you has indeed opened my eyes,” the Fourth Prince looked at Zhao Feng with twinkling eyes and said.

”You're overestimating me. Fourth Prince is also powerful and unique.”

Zhao Feng's left eye flashed. The Fourth Prince had reached the level of a Quasi-Sacred Lord and could break through at any moment. His true battle-power was probably comparable to Sacred Lords, and he was indeed several times stronger than the other princes.

”I have one spot left for a beast tamer in my group. Is Brother Zhao Feng willing to help me?” The Fourth Prince looked at Zhao Feng with honest eyes.

Everyone was dead-silent. Being the strongest prince actually going for the position of Crown Prince, his group was filled with countless experts. How could he possibly have an empty space?

How glorious would it be to be recruited by the Fourth Prince himself? Everyone was instantly envious of Zhao Feng, and Liang Sang, who was not far away, had the urge to hit his head against a wall and kill himself. He never expected that the Fourth Prince would have seen his fight with Zhao Feng.

He felt like he had just performed a show with Zhao Feng specifically to let the Fourth Prince pick Zhao Feng and give him his invitation. This was something that he didn't even dare dream of.

Next to Zhao Feng, Butler Qi's breathing rate increased. He felt regretful, but he didn't dare speak.

Most people wouldn't be able to reject this temptation. The Fourth Prince's overall strength was ranked 1st, and he was the most likely to become the Crown Prince. Once a prince became the Crown Prince, then all the members that supported him would be rewarded and given territories. They would receive a large amount of lord dynasty providence, and they could even join the Grand Imperial Hall in the future.

”I'm sorry, but I'm already a member of the Ninth Prince's group.” Zhao Feng smiled and declined the offer.

He didn't really care about receiving a title or providence. Everything was unrelated to him as long as the Thirteenth Prince didn't become the Crown Prince. Besides, Zhao Feng wouldn't betray his friends.

Hu~~

Everyone's breathing rate quickened. Zhao Feng actually declined the offer.