"If no one challenges me, I, Zhang Xing, will win."
Zhang Xing's voice was heard again.
Ta He came back to his senses. He could not find anyone who could defeat Zhang Xing. In terms of one-on-one combat, no one present was a match for him.
This was a little scary. How old was he?
He was less than ten years old, but he had already become the strongest person in this third-class country.
Things seemed to be out of his expectations. He did not expect such a genius to appear in the most backward Wan Wu Country.
In another three to five years, he would be able to unify the world.
No, he could not be let go. He had to be killed before he fully matured.
He turned his gaze to the VIP seats and looked at an old man sitting there.
This old man was the Imperial Preceptor and his biggest supporter.
"Imperial Preceptor, what should we do?" Ta He asked.
"Ah!
It's quite tricky. This dark horse has really put us in a passive position. "
"How about we let the 13th Prince out?"
The Imperial Preceptor frowned and hesitated.
"This … If we can't control him, the consequences will be unimaginable." Ta He's eyes trembled as he spoke with lingering fear.
"It won't happen. Let the 13th Prince and Zhang Xing fight until both sides are injured. At that time, we won't be afraid that we can't control him."
The Imperial Preceptor stroked his beard and said with certainty.
"Imperial Preceptor, you are indeed far-sighted. This is killing two birds with one stone.
I admire you! "
Ta He thought for a moment and guessed the Imperial Preceptor's intention. It could be said that this was the best way and the only way.
The Thirteenth Prince had obtained an evil technique from somewhere and had trained himself to the point where he was neither a human nor a ghost. It was as if he was a demon.
Moreover, his body was invulnerable to weapons, water, and fire, and he could not feel pain.
Last time, when the 13th Prince lost his humanity and went on a killing spree in the palace, they spent a lot of effort and killed dozens of high-level Emperors to capture him with the Imperial Weapon, the Heaven Trapping Net.
After the Emperor, the Imperial Preceptor, and some other big shots studied it, they came to a conclusion that frightened everyone.
The Thirteenth Prince had obtained the inheritance of a heretical sect from a thousand years ago, the Corpse Refining Sect. However, it seemed that he had gone berserk during his cultivation and was discovered by the people in the palace.
It should not be a problem to deal with Zhang Xing.
"Zhang Xing, wait a moment. Someone will come to challenge you in a moment."
Ta He's eyes darkened as he said coldly.
"Sigh. It's so troublesome to find an opponent in the huge Niquor Empire. And they want to get the pill recipe from me?
Haha, he's overestimating himself. "
Zhang Xing mocked.
Ta He didn't reply and turned his head to the side. I'll let you be arrogant for a while. When both of you are injured, I'll capture you both.
Not long after, a row of fully armed two-legged battle dragons flew over from the sky. There were about twenty of them, and a person in a black bag was tied to the back of one of the dragons.
More than a dozen Dragon Warriors carried the black bag into the venue, placed it in the middle of the venue, and quickly left.
The Imperial Preceptor silently chanted an incantation. The black bag suddenly expanded and separated from the person. In the blink of an eye, it flew into the sky and became a black dot, disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.
Huh? Is that a person or a monster?
Zhang Xing curiously looked at the person who came out of the black bag.
He was more than 180 centimeters tall and only had a few strands of hair on his shuttle-shaped head. There was no eyeball in one of his eye sockets, and yellow water was flowing out of it. His nose was facing the sky, and his mouth was split open to the roots of his ears. His hands and feet were of different lengths, and his skin was dark gray.