I really became a king.

Chapter 82 Congratulations to the Prince on His Triumphant Return
"Dead... dead?"

"Ye Feng died just like that?"

"What just happened?"

Everyone watched this final blow with bated breath, but except for the strong ones in the upper three realms of cultivation, the others with lower cultivation levels could not see clearly what happened.

On the top of Famen Mountain, on the round platform, Jiang Yi was standing alone. The mountain and water martial arts image behind him had disappeared, and Chi Hong also disappeared into his sleeves again. He looked like an ordinary person who did not practice martial arts.

At this moment, he was looking down at the orange sword in his hand, and on the ground in front of him, Ye Feng was lying straight with his eyes wide open, completely lifeless.

The entire top of Famen Mountain was silent at first, and then thunderous cheers broke out.

Win! The secular martial arts battle has come to an end!
Prince Yi!
It was Prince Yi who defended the dignity of the secular world and single-handedly turned the tide. After thousands of years, he once again allowed secular martial arts to surpass the secular sects!
Many people were already in tears. In order to wash away the humiliation, they had waited for this moment for who knows how long...

Jiang Yi took a quick look at the orange [Divine Shadow Sword] in his hand, and then flipped over Ye Feng. The man was dead, and the spoils belonged to the victor.

Not bad, a lot of harvest, especially the armband-shaped thing, when Jiang Yi took it in his hand, he could sense several obviously heavier breathing sounds from a distance.

They were Tai Ming and several others from the secluded sect. Jiang Yi held the orange sword he had just acquired in one hand and the armband-shaped trophy in the other. He nodded to An Ruhai, Ning Donglai, Jiang Mo and others, then walked down the mountain.

As for the stakes of this competition, someone will naturally deliver them to the palace later.

Jiang Yi walked very slowly. When he stood up again, the setting sun had completely disappeared into the sky, leaving only the bright red sunset glow.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your triumphant return!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your triumphant return!"

"..."

First at the top of the mountain, as Jiang Yi walked down Famen Mountain step by step, the shouts spread from the top of the mountain to the entire Famen Mountain, and people were kneeling on both sides of the road.

The vast majority of them are secular warriors, including direct royal family members, royal collateral branches, martial arts sects, and independent martial arts practitioners...

The cheers were getting louder and louder, resounding through the sky. Everyone looked at the figure slowly descending from the top of the mountain with burning eyes, kneeling on the ground, with a long-lost passion in his eyes.

They witnessed this historic moment. It was this figure before their eyes who restored the glory of secular martial arts and made the scene of martial arts sweeping the world and suppressing the outside world happen again after thousands of years.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, amidst the thunderous congratulations, Jiang Yi bowed to everyone around him and walked towards his mount. In addition to the hundreds of bull-fighting cavalry guarding him, there was another figure.

It was Jiang Yuan, a member of the royal family who had been begging Jiang Yi for help in turning the tide in front of Prince Duan's mansion. At this moment, he was kneeling on one knee beside Jiang Yi's mount, holding the reins in his hand.

"I, Jiang Yuan, am willing to hold the stirrups for you and serve you from behind the saddle. Please grant me your wish!"

Jiang Yuan knelt on the ground, looking up at Jiang Yi, his eyes full of admiration but also a little nervous.

He was a latecomer, and only entered the martial arts world by chance in his middle age. Now he is over fifty years old and has just entered the second realm.

Although he got a small opportunity, Jiang Yuan knew in his heart that his future in martial arts had basically ended here and he would not achieve anything great.

But this scene today made his heart surge, and he couldn't help but think of what happened just now.

After he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful, thinking that his martial arts were mediocre, and his talent was not even as good as that of ordinary warriors, so how could he catch the young master's eye. In the end, he was probably just wishful thinking...

"Okay, go home and settle down, and then come to Prince Duan's Mansion."

Just as Jiang Yuan slowly lowered his head in shame, a voice rang in his ears, which sounded like the sound of nature to him. Then a hand pulled him up, took the reins from him, and gently patted his shoulder.

"You are very good!"

Jiang Yi really admired this "older junior" in front of him. Just kneeling in front of Prince Duan's mansion required great courage, and the most important thing was the innocent heart.

As for natural talent, for Jiang Yi, it couldn't be simpler, because he himself had a treasure trove comparable to that of the seven sects and eight schools.

After climbing onto the horse, Jiang Yi remembered something and turned around.

Behind him were people silently watching him, including some warriors who were carried down because their martial arts foundation was abolished. Jiang Yi looked around and paused for a while on the man in the rough shirt. He sighed in his heart and said:

"I, the Dali royal family, have failed to live up to your trust this time, causing you all to suffer this disaster. If you don't mind, you can come to my Prince Duan's mansion. Even if I have to spend all my wealth, I will definitely find the elixir that can restore your martial arts foundation for you."

"Even if I cannot find you in the end, I, Prince Yi, will make sure that you all have enough food and clothing... and live a peaceful life..."

After saying this, he jumped off his mount, bowed, then mounted his mount and rode away.

After hearing Jiang Yi's words, looking at the hundreds of cavalrymen galloping away with a rumbling sound, many people whose martial arts were destroyed could not help but fall to the ground and cry bitterly. While feeling despair in their hearts, they also felt a hint of warmth. At least, their efforts were recognized.

The martial arts foundation can be said to be the lifeblood of a warrior. Once it is destroyed, unless there is a magic pill or elixir, there will be no hope for martial arts for the rest of his life, and his body will even be worse than that of an ordinary person.

Originally they had been in despair. As warriors, everyone has enemies. Now that their martial arts foundation was destroyed, what awaited them was not only endless illnesses but also a precarious family life.

But now, Prince Yi, Jiang Yi, made a promise in public, allowing them to see a glimmer of hope in their despair.

But they knew that hope was slim. The elixir for rebuilding Wuji was so precious that they would never sell it easily even if they had it. But they were satisfied. With Prince Yi's words, they could at least ensure that their family would not be destroyed.

"I am the 456th generation descendant of the Dali royal family, Jiang Xuehen of Yunchuan Prefecture, and I pay my respects to my ancestor!" The man in rough clothes struggled to stand up and kowtowed from a distance.

Only then did he realize how ridiculous he had been before. He actually wanted to defeat the opponent in the Longmen Arena. Little did he know that the opponent was not only superior to him in seniority, but also superior to him in cultivation strength.

Not only Jiang Xuehen, but also the other collateral royal families present had completely turned to Jiang Yi after this battle. They recognized this "little ancestor" from the bottom of their hearts.

Jiang Yi left, but the atmosphere on Famen Mountain remained solemn.

One move decides life or death. No one expected that it would really be one move that decided life or death in the end.

Originally they were inclined to think that the match would end in a draw, but Ye Feng's cold body on the stage told them that Jiang Yi had accomplished a fatal blow.

And along with Ye Feng falling, the reputation of their secular sect also fell.

Soon, the top of Famen Mountain was filled with buzzing discussions, because most people did not see clearly how Ye Feng died, but all the people in the upper three realms saw it clearly.

They saw it clearly, but they also felt a biting chill, especially the secular sects.

(End of this chapter)