After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

The fierce dragon flames did not diminish in the slightest.

Wu Jieyuan of Tianyi Sect let out a shrill scream and was burned to nothingness.

Can't kill?

Haha, who do they think they are?

Zhou Yi's gaze remained calm, completely ignoring the other party's threat.

There is no one in the world he cannot kill if he so desires.

The Divine Dragon Flame is formed by refining essence, energy, and spirit.

It is known to the world as the Samadhi Fire.

It is especially effective in suppressing evil spirits.

No one could see the existence of the evil spirit; all they could see was the Divine Dragon Flame floating in mid-air at the center of the arena, burning spontaneously without roots.

Each time a spark explodes, it causes violent fluctuations in space.

Everyone could guess that Long Yan was burning away the evil.

In Zhou Yi's field of vision.

The five evil creatures have been burned and annihilated.

Only the largest one remained, still struggling and howling.

The five-clawed golden dragon landed back on the ground, its size shrank, and it transformed back into a nascent soul resembling Zhou Yi:

"Tell me, where are you from?"

"Your sins are grave, you deserve to die!" The monstrous screeched on its own without answering.

His ugly face twisted and deformed under the scorching dragon flames.

Two eyes formed from malevolent flames glared fiercely at the Nascent Soul.

Inside the flames, the "wrong" things Zhou Yi had done were reflected like a revolving lantern.

however.

The nascent soul is also a spiritual entity and is not subject to spiritual pollution.

After a few fruitless exchanges, the Nascent Soul waved his hand, and the last evil spirit burned to death.

The dragon's flames extinguished, and the fluctuating, invisible energy dissipated.

As his nascent soul returned to his body, Zhou Yi gently shook his head.

The evil spirit, this strange entity, seems to have no intelligence or memory.

They attack humans based solely on instinct, wherever they are closest.

Zhou Yi originally intended to investigate His origins through interrogation.

It seems we have no choice but to find another solution.

Another point.

This thing has little intelligence, yet it can lurk inside Feng Qing's body and launch an attack at the opportune moment.

This suggests that someone is remotely controlling the device and issuing commands to it.

The manipulator may be among the crowd.

Zhou Yi's eyes shone brightly as he scanned the edge of the arena.

Li Yuanzhou and the others from the Martial Arts Alliance felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles, their gazes drifting towards the corpses of Feng Qing and the others.

too scary!

Emperor Si's grandson is only twenty years old, yet he has already advanced to the level of Grandmaster.

Even going back 100,000 years, there has never been such a monstrous genius.

No, no one in this world has ever advanced to the seventh-grade Nascent Soul realm at the age of twenty.

The current Martial Emperor advanced to the seventh-rank Grandmaster at the age of forty, making him the second most talented member of the Zhou royal family.

The first in line is Emperor Zhou Ji, the founder of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Even Emperor Zhou Shi only reached the seventh rank of Nascent Soul Grandmaster at the age of thirty.

Zhou Yi's achievements have far surpassed those of Emperor Shi of Zhou.

It is truly unprecedented and unparalleled.

The silver needle pierced Ji Yu's fair finger, but Ji Yu was unaware of it. The turmoil in his heart left him stunned on the spot.

The Crown Prince's talent actually surpasses that of the Empress!

As long as you don't encounter a half-immortal who is in perfect harmony with heaven and earth, you can definitely walk sideways.

Zhou Yichong nodded to Si Xuan as he sat back down in his seat.

Si Xuan announced on the spot:

Wu Jieyuan died unexpectedly.

Li Yuanzhou, the former second-place martial arts candidate from the Divine Sword Sect, has been promoted to the top martial arts champion.

Yang Lie of the Vajra Sect ranked fourth, moving up to third place, while Liu Sanniang of the Snow Mountain Sect moved up to second place.

The three men represented Liangzhou and went to the capital to participate in the imperial military examination.

That concludes the announcement.

Si Xuan waved his hand, and his personal guards pointed their spears, surrounding Ji Yu.

Just now, he shot a needle at Zhou Yi, but after seeing the true form of a Grandmaster, he turned and shot Feng Qing.

"Ji Yu, do you plead guilty?"

The spear exuded a chilling aura, and Si Xuan questioned him sharply.

With a silver needle, she lifted the loose hair from her temples and gathered it behind her head. Ji Yu smiled sweetly.

"General Si, I am innocent. The silver needles turned back because Feng Qing was bounced back by His Highness's attack."

"hehe."

Si Xuan naturally didn't believe the lies meant to deceive ghosts.

With a soft sound from the head coach's table, Zhou Yi led the way out of the training ground.

Hu Die beckoned to Si Xuan and said:

"The martial arts examination is over, Your Highness, please return to your residence."

"Your Highness, Ji Yu intends to harm you. Even if he is the Empress's personal eunuch, we cannot kill him, at least..."

Si Xuan was unwilling to give up and followed behind, grumbling.

Can't kill?

Zhou Yi smiled gently.

There is no one in this world he cannot kill.

"You must know, it's difficult to guard against thieves even after a thousand days..." Si Xuan continued to ramble on.

Guard against him?

Zhou Yi gently shook his head.

There's no need to be wary of such a minor character.

Let him jump around however he wants.

When he attacks you directly, just slap him away.

"Just like that, we're letting the tiger return to the mountain?"

The female warrior from Medicine King Valley looked depressed.

According to her, all those who rushed onto the stage, except for Wu Meng and a few others, should be killed.

"Senior sister, let's go, stop looking. His Highness Prince Yi has disappeared."

……

The next day.

It was before dawn.

A large crowd gathered in front of the governor's mansion.

The Prince Yi's carriage was stopped in the middle of the road, poised to depart.

Everyone in the Si Mansion stood at the gate to see him off.

On the steps in front of the gatehouse, Zhou Yi held the old lady's hand, his eyes slightly moist.

"Grandmother, you can go back now."

The old lady held Zhou Yi's hand with one hand and Hu Die's hand with the other, her thin wrists trembling slightly.

"Let me take one last look at you two. After today's parting, I fear we may never see each other again."

"Grandmother, we will meet again. May you live a long and healthy life." Hu Die's nose tingled with emotion as she spoke.

"It's no use. This old woman is already ninety years old and her time is coming to an end."

Zhou Yi waved his hand, and his men presented several brocade boxes to Si Gong and his wives.

Zhou Yi personally handed the largest brocade box to the old lady, patiently giving her instructions:

“This is a special elixir made by your grandson. If you take it according to the prescription, Grandmother will surely live to be a thousand years old.”

"Okay, okay... I believe whatever Yi'er says."

“Your Highness Prince Yi, please consider the millions of people in Liangzhou and give up your trip to the capital…” Si Gong stepped forward, making a final attempt to persuade him.

The old lady pulled her son back and waved goodbye to Zhou Yi.

……

The carriage turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

Everyone returned to their respective residences, leaving only Governor Si Gong and the Old Madam.

“Mother, if Yi’er returns to the capital without being summoned, his entire family will be executed. I will secretly send you back to your old home in the north.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll just sit here and wait for my daughter’s injustice to be redressed.”

"Mother, the Martial Emperor holds absolute power over the world, alas..."

"Hmph, if the Heavenly Dao wants to eliminate that old guy, would it even bother to greet him?"

……

The majestic city gate stands tall in front.

Si Xuan, with a sword at his waist and riding a black, half-demon horse, led the caravan.

Behind him were Zhou Yi's carriage and his iron cavalry guards.

He will be appointed as the commander of the guards on this trip to the capital.

The horses pulling the cart, as well as the hundred iron cavalry warhorses, were all fine half-demon horses.

This horse is the offspring of a demon and a horse; it is fast, has great endurance, and can travel thousands of miles a day.

"Your Highness, are we really going to...go to the capital?" Si Xuan turned around and advised.

The prince's unannounced arrival in the capital was considered a plot to rebel.

This ironclad rule was not to be challenged even by the Empress's own sons.

Moreover, Zhou Yi was merely an unpopular grandson of the emperor.

Si Xuan is not afraid of death.

but.

He didn't want his parents, grandmother, and hundreds of members of the Si family to be implicated.

"General Si, if you're afraid, you can go back."

Hu Die sat on the carriage shaft, urging the horse on with the reins, and answered on behalf of Zhou Yi.

Si Xuan shook his head helplessly and turned to continue on his way.

"Uu——"

Suddenly, he abruptly reined in the black horse, a half-demon.

In front of the city gate.

An elderly man with one arm stood in the middle of the street, blocking the way.

He held a sword horizontally in front of him with one hand, his empty sleeves fluttering in the wind.