Chapter 267: Northern Emperor’s Inheritance!

At Champion King’s mansion, a steady stream of officials and powerhouses paid their respects, bearing lavish gifts, all convinced he would be the next Great Chu emperor. His subordinates regarded Su Yuxuan with newfound awe. She’d crushed Wang Lun, and had he not surrendered, he might’ve been refined to death. Her strength was undeniable.

On his throne, Champion King’s impassive gaze lingered on Su Yuxuan, a flicker of approval in his eyes. With a wave, a golden pill floated to her. “This is a Dragon-Tiger Pill, crafted from the cores and blood of a late Golden Core tiger and Jiao—a supreme healing medicine.”

Su Yuxuan accepted it without hesitation. “Thank you, Lord! But I’m too drained to fight for you tomorrow.”

Champion King nodded calmly. “No matter. Flying Tiger, you’re up. Kill that Ye Chen—don’t care if he surrenders. The day after, I’ll take the stage myself and usher in Great Chu’s new emperor.”

The Flying Tiger General, late Golden Core with a surging aura, rose with murderous intent. He obeyed without question. “Yes, Lord!”

Su Yuxuan raised an eyebrow, glancing at the General with pity. She wasn’t sure if her Senior Brother could outmatch Champion King, but this Flying Tiger? He’s already dead.

…

At the Wang residence, the mood was grim. No one had anticipated Wang Lun’s defeat. Su Yuxuan, an unknown, had proven terrifyingly strong. Even Li Feihuang’s face darkened.

She turned to Ye Chen. “Fellow Daoist, are you confident?”

Ye Chen grinned. “Your Highness, just prepare for your coronation.”

Li Feihuang chuckled, assuming he was joking. But Ye Chen was dead serious. The cultivation world’s major powers, shameless in their greed, dragged out a one-day arena into a prolonged spectacle to milk visitors’ spirit stones.

Ye Chen had no patience for it. He aimed to wrap it up in three days—tomorrow, he’d fight Su Yuxuan, then the Flying Tiger General, and finally crush Champion King in one fell swoop.

But recalling Su Yuxuan’s feigned injury today, he suspected her cunning would keep her from facing him. If so, he might finish in just two days.

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On the second day, under the gaze of countless cultivators, the sky arena rose again. Ye Chen faced the silver-armored Flying Tiger General and sighed—as expected. His eyes flicked to Su Yuxuan in the crowd, dangling her feet and watching the show. Catching his gaze, she flashed a sly smile, tilted her head, and blew him a kiss.

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As the Great Chu elder’s authoritative voice rang out, the Flying Tiger General, gripping a long spear, eyed Ye Chen, pondering how to crush him decisively—perhaps letting him cry surrender before striking, or denying him even that chance. Ye Chen, seeing the General frozen in place, frowned. Just standing there waiting to die?

With a casual wave, Ye Chen slapped out. Purple-gold energy surged, blanketing the capital’s skies, dimming the heavens. A massive purple-gold palm descended with a boom.

The Flying Tiger General’s face twisted in shock. Locked by the Heaven-Destroying Hand, his aura was suppressed, leaving him no time to react. The palm slammed him into the arena floor, shaking the platform and sending tremors through the capital below.

As the purple-gold hand dissipated, the General lay broken—silver armor shattered, flesh torn, barely clinging to life, unable to rise. The crowd erupted in stunned uproar.