1586 The Crown Prince, Defeated! (2)

A powerful burst of energy erupted, surging out of his body like a tsunami.

Golden Force was gathered, forming a thick beam of light.

The Crown Prince was only at the ninth level of the celestial stage, but his metal Force was exceptionally powerful, exceeding what normal celestials could muster.

A sea of metal Force flowed out. It was astonis.h.i.+ng.

The Second Prince and the other candidates were struck dumb, amazed by the pillar of light. Their eyes reflected wonder.

Now, they finally realized the difference between them and the heir apparent.

All of them were talented, and their acc.u.mulation of Force in their bodies exceeded that of ordinary warriors. The most basic ninth-level celestial Forces couldn’t support the execution of heaven or universe stage techniques, let alone those of eternal stage.

w.a.n.g Teng was also surprised. The Crown Prince is indeed exceptional. He must have cultivated a top-tier scripture so he could possess such immense metal Force.

The move gave him the impression that it was related to an eternal, or even a divine level scripture.

Since the prince had a divine skill like the Tyrant’s Twelve Swords, it was possible he too had a divine level scripture.

Furthermore, the scripture was very likely a.s.sociated with the metal element. That was the reason why the difference between his metal Force and the other two Forces was ma.s.sive.

The golden beam formed a pillar connecting both sky and the earth. An invisible strength was spread; the ground shook, throwing dust into the air.

The hero was a few kilometers away; even so, he felt the terrifying pressure.

It seemed that the prince’s third sword was indeed powerful!

w.a.n.g Teng turned serious. He wasn’t in a hurry to act; he kept observing the n.o.ble’s third move.

Right then, the hero felt that the prince’s body was producing a strange fluctuation. It was… origin power!

The Crown Prince had grasped the power of origin!

The young hero was shocked. It wasn’t strange for him to master such power since he was basically a bug in the system, but the prince actually grasped the Origin of Wood with his own means.

w.a.n.g Teng knew it was only a bit of origin power, yet he still had it.

Having this power and not having it was tantamount to being in two different worlds!

Since the Crown Prince had overcome the barrier and attained it, he was standing on the same level as the hero.

No wonder the prince said that no one had ever escaped his third sword!

It was almost impossible for a celestial warrior to grasp an origin power.

Alas, the n.o.ble ran into w.a.n.g Teng…

Just as the hero had noticed how the prince had this power, other formidable warriors could also notice it.

They were astounded!

On the Parkers family’s s.p.a.cecraft—the Furious Flaming Universe Lord stared at the n.o.ble, truly bewildered. “Indeed, the Crown Prince is an unparalleled talent. To actually grasp the power of origin at this stage! w.a.n.g Teng is going to lose! Hahaha, he’s definitely going to lose!”

Valteru and Sinclamon were surprised and elated.

The Crown Prince has origin power. How could w.a.n.g Teng counter this?

In the military battle fortress—the three generals were startled. “It’s hard to believe that the Crown Prince can use origin power.”

“w.a.n.g Teng is in danger,” General Habakkuk said grimly.

On the Cavendish family’s s.p.a.cecraft—Dubois and Borla also noticed. They exchanged glances, clearly stunned.

“I didn’t expect the Crown Prince to grasp the power of origin,” Borla said in disbelief.

“I’m afraid w.a.n.g Teng is going to lose!” Dubois shook his head.

“Why? Why would Brother w.a.n.g lose?” Olivia’s face turned pale. She couldn’t believe it.

Borla sighed and explained, “Origin power is normally harnessed by universe stage warriors. The Crown Prince is basically invincible right now, since he can use origin power already.”

He had high hopes for the earthling, but the opponent had a superior power. No matter how strong the hero’s techniques were, he was bound to lose.

Everyone was heavy hearted.

On the imperial family’s s.p.a.cecraft—a strange glimmer appeared in Grand Duke Chongshan’s eyes. He muttered, “He grasped an origin power? Looks like w.a.n.g Teng is going to lose.”

…

Everyone concluded on the spot that the hero was going to lose. He had no chances of winning.

Their strengths were at entirely different levels!

Boom!

The Crown Prince was bathing in the golden pillar of light, high above the arena. A terrifying golden sword projection was formed on top of his head, giving off terrifying fluctuations.

w.a.n.g Teng stared at the sword aura and smiled. He raised his saber again and performed the Huang Heaven Blade again.

The Crown Prince smiled when he saw the latter’s reaction. The same move? There’s nothing else?

It looked as if the earthling had reached his limits.

The crowd seemed bewildered by the hero’s actions, using the same move. No one understood why did so.

Does he have no other skills?

Many people shook their heads, feeling pity for the hero. Looks like the Crown Prince is going to be the winner!

Only Huang Xinghua was getting excited. He remembered the absurd saying pa.s.sed down by his ancestors, that their Huang Soil Blade was special, unrestrained by levels. Its power would depend on the strength of the user; there was no upper limit.

He believed it was just nonsense.

But, w.a.n.g Teng’s use of the skill made his beliefs waver.

A bold idea grew in the depths of his heart.

There was a possibility that the Huang Soil Blade could resist the Crown Prince’s third sword if w.a.n.g Teng was the one executing the move.

With that in mind, Huang Xinghua stared at the hero intently, looking closely at the saber he was holding and wis.h.i.+ng to see the ideal scene unfold.

Up in the sky—the Crown Prince had already finished preparing his attack with origin power; occult patterns s.h.i.+mmered on the sword projection’s surface. The move contained a heavenly aura.

“The third sword!”

The golden glow in the Crown Prince’s eyes shot right to the sky. He then made a slas.h.i.+ng motion.

It took an instant for the light pillar to contract and merge into the golden sword projection. The sword light then moved to slash at w.a.n.g Teng.

The sword seemed powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth; it cut through s.p.a.ce, forming pitch-black dimensional rifts wherever it pa.s.sed.

The sky above w.a.n.g Teng had completely turned yellow. The yellow saber glow lit up the clouds, also forming occult patterns.

“Huh?!” Grand Duke Chongshan was astounded by such development.

“This…” The other formidable warriors noticed the change in the saber glow and were also taken aback.

“Go!”

The hero released his move; the yellow saber projection collided with the prince’s third sword.

Crack!

A crisp sound was heard.

The n.o.ble’s face was pale. Executing the third sword exhausted much of his Force, but he was still smiling.

He was certain that his opponent’s move would be the one to shatter. How could that saber fight with his third sword?

In the end, w.a.n.g Teng would still lose!

However, his smile froze soon after. He stared ahead in disbelief.

An unexpected situation occurred. The Crown Prince’s third sword, which was instilled with origin power, began to crack. Then, with a bang, it collapsed and turned into numerous droplets of light.

The yellow saber glow landed on the bewildered prince.

“Pfft!” The latter vomited a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. He was only able to stabilize himself after traversing a few kilometers.

“You lost!” w.a.n.g Teng clutched his battle saber and stared calmly at the n.o.ble.

“How is this possible? How could I lose?” The Crown Prince was unable to accept it. His holy gaze turned muddy, his emotions out of control.