From Douluo Continent onwards, Glory is invincible.

Chapter 1514 The Crystal Curtain Falls, the End of the Xiaoyao Family, That Boy Has Become a Legend

Looking at Jin Chengxuan's smug expression, Jin Fei couldn't help but feel helpless. She knew it wasn't the right time to say anything, so she could only stand quietly to the side and listen to the two of them continue discussing the Crown Prince.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the garden gradually became lively. The other concubines also came over and joined the conversation. They surrounded Jin Chengxuan and Linghu Yue, chattering about the various aspects of the competition, as if everyone was full of interest in it.

Jinfei stood aside, quietly observing everything. She felt as if she had become an outsider, completely out of place in this lively atmosphere. She couldn't help but wonder how she should face all of this, and how she could survive in this complex court.

Just as she was lost in thought, a clear voice suddenly rang in her ears: "Princess, why are you standing here all alone?"

Jin Fei snapped out of her reverie and saw a palace maid standing in front of her with a concerned expression. She forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, I just feel a bit bored and want to be alone for a while."

"If Your Highness has any troubles, you can tell me," the palace maid said softly. "Although I can't share your burdens, I can at least listen to your troubles."

After the two elderly men took their seats, the atmosphere in the arena gradually became tense. The noise from the audience subsided, and everyone's eyes were focused on the ring, anticipating the upcoming duel.

On the arena, a figure slowly emerged—the young man from the East. He was tall and slender, with delicate features, and his eyes shone with determination and confidence. He held a longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, appearing exceptionally sharp. He stood in the center of the arena, head held high, his gaze fixed ahead, as if waiting for something.

A moment later, another figure emerged from the other side of the arena. It was Lie Yanchen, dressed in brocade robes, carrying a long sword on his back, his steps steady and powerful. A faint smile graced his face, as if he were full of confidence for the upcoming battle.

When the two stood on the ring, facing each other, an invisible tension seemed to fill the air. The audience held their breath, afraid to miss a single detail.

Finally, with the referee's whistle, the match officially began.

The young man launched the first attack, his figure as swift as a shuttle, transforming into a streak of sword light as he swept towards Lie Yanchen. His swordsmanship was as fast as lightning, dazzling the eye. However, Lie Yanchen remained completely composed. He easily dodged the young man's attack by sidestepping to the side, and at the same time, he swung his sword backhand, aiming straight for the young man's ribs.

The boy reacted with lightning speed, leaping away to dodge the fatal blow. The two engaged in a thrilling duel on the arena. Their swords clashed, producing a metallic clang. Each attack narrowly avoided the opponent's defense, leaving the audience in awe of their exquisite skill.

However, as time went on, the boy gradually showed his disadvantage. Although his swordsmanship was sharp, it was slightly inferior to Lie Yanchen's "Flowing Cloud Sword Technique." Lie Yanchen's swordsmanship was as continuous as flowing water, with each move and stance perfectly executed, making it difficult to predict.

The young man seemed somewhat outmatched by Lie Yanchen's swordsmanship. He retreated continuously, trying to find a breakthrough, but each attempt ended in failure. A hint of resentment and helplessness flashed in his eyes, as if he had already foreseen his fate.

Zhao Dongchen sat in the audience, watching the battle on the stage, a smug smile spreading across his face. He had long anticipated this outcome; Lie Yanchen's strength was indeed superior to the young man's. He glanced at Wilson beside him and noticed that the other's expression was somewhat solemn, but his eyes gleamed with an unusual light.

As the match progressed into its latter half, the young man was locked in a fierce struggle. His body was drenched in sweat, and each swing of his sword appeared incredibly difficult. Meanwhile, Lie Yanchen grew increasingly fierce, his swordsmanship flowing like water, each attack leaving the young man in grave danger.

Just when everyone thought the match was about to end, the boy suddenly unleashed astonishing power. He wielded his longsword, attacking Lie Yanchen with unprecedented speed. His swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each strike seemingly capable of tearing through the air.

Lie Yanchen was startled by this sudden change. He quickly adjusted his stance, trying to block the boy's attack. However, the boy seemed like a completely different person at this moment. His swordsmanship was much more powerful, making it difficult for Lie Yanchen to defend himself.

In the stands, Zhao Dongchen's smile gradually froze on his face. His eyes widened as he watched the battle on the stage in disbelief. This young man had actually unleashed such astonishing power in such a desperate situation; it was simply beyond his imagination.

A hint of admiration flashed in Wilson's eyes. He had long known that this young man was no ordinary person, and now it seemed that he had not disappointed him.

The battle on the arena reached its climax. The young man and Lie Yanchen exchanged blows, their swords flashing, a dazzling display of skill. Their figures moved swiftly across the arena, each collision producing a deafening sound.

Time ticked by, and the audience's emotions rose and fell with it. Sometimes they clenched their fists in tension, and sometimes they gasped in surprise, seemingly captivated by the battle.

Finally, after a fierce exchange, the match reached its climax. The young man and Lie Yanchen simultaneously unleashed their final sword strikes, the two sword lights colliding in mid-air and bursting forth with dazzling brilliance. Immediately afterward, a deafening roar echoed through the arena, making everyone's eardrums ache.

As the light faded, everyone stared intently. On the arena, the young man and Lie Yanchen stood at opposite ends, their figures swaying gently in the breeze, as if recounting the thrilling events of the moment, or perhaps awaiting the final outcome.

Turning around, Linghu Yue's gaze met Jin Chengxuan's steady and profound eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. Jin Chengxuan, the emperor of this empire, always maintained that composure and calmness, as if everything was under his control. Linghu Yue knew that it was a great honor for her to become his concubine.

She gently gathered her thoughts, a radiant glow naturally spreading across her pretty face, her eyes sparkling with adoration and tenderness. She parted her red lips slightly, her voice soft and alluring: "Your Majesty, you've arrived. I was just discussing the First Prince with the Princess."

Upon hearing this, Jin Chengxuan raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face. He slowly walked to Linghu Yue's side, gently taking her soft hand in his, his voice filled with affection: "Oh? Is that so? That child really made me proud this time, fighting his way into the top ten. I just wonder if he can break the curse of the Star Luo Divine Family this time."

Linghu Yue felt the warmth of Jin Chengxuan's palm and her heart surged with excitement. She knew Jin Chengxuan's expectations and pride for the eldest prince, and she also understood the worry in his words. She chuckled lightly and said with feigned seriousness, "What Your Majesty worries about is exactly what I worry about. That Xingluo Divine Family has been producing many martial arts prodigies in recent years, and their strength is indeed not to be underestimated."

At this point, Linghu Yue deliberately paused, glanced at Jin Fei beside her who looked displeased, and continued, "With the aid of the spiritual treasures crafted by Clan Chief Qiaobuyi, the Xingluo Divine Family is at its zenith. For ordinary people to defeat them is practically impossible. I heard that this year's competitor is Clan Chief Qiaobuyi's granddaughter, Katarina, and she's using a mid-grade spiritual treasure!"

As soon as Linghu Yue finished speaking, Jin Chengxuan frowned. He knew, of course, the power of a mid-level spiritual treasure, which was far beyond the capabilities of ordinary cultivators. However, his face showed no fear, only a thoughtful and determined glint in his eyes.

"Katarina is indeed a formidable opponent, but I believe our prince also has his own strengths," Jin Chengxuan said in a deep voice, his words filled with confidence and expectation for the prince.

Seeing this, Linghu Yue quickly chimed in, "Your Majesty is right. The First Prince is exceptionally intelligent and possesses extraordinary strength. I believe he will surely bring glory to our empire and break the curse of the Star Luo Divine Family."

Watching the two of them working together, Jin Fei felt a wave of nausea. She had long seen through Linghu Yue's scheming and knew she was deliberately trying to curry favor with Jin Chengxuan. However, Jin Fei also understood that she couldn't say anything at this moment and could only quietly wait for the outcome of the competition.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Jin Chengxuan waved his hand, interrupting Linghu Yue. "The competition is about to start, let's go take a look together."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the hall, with Linghu Yue and Jin Fei following closely behind. The three of them walked through the long corridor and arrived at the palace's viewing platform. By this time, many members of the royal family and nobles had already gathered on the platform, all eagerly awaiting the exciting duel that was about to begin.

Surrounded by the crowd, Jin Chengxuan walked to a seat in the front row, with Linghu Yue and Jin Fei standing beside him. Their eyes were fixed on the arena, anticipating the Crown Prince's brilliant performance.

With the referee's whistle, the competition officially began. The eldest prince, clad in magnificent armor and wielding a longsword, strode confidently into the arena. His gaze was firm and resolute, radiating a powerful aura.

At the same time, Katarina slowly walked to the other end of the arena. She wore a tight-fitting battle dress that perfectly outlined her shapely figure. In her hand, she held a longsword that gleamed with a cold light, her face full of arrogance and disdain.

The two stood facing each other, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. The audience held their breath, afraid to miss a single detail. They all knew that this was not just an ordinary match, but a contest between two major forces.

At the referee's whistle, the two moved almost simultaneously. Their figures darted across the arena, swords flashing and battle auras surging. Each clash produced a deafening sound, sending chills down the spines of all who witnessed it.

Although the eldest prince was quite strong, he still found it somewhat difficult to face a formidable opponent like Katarina. However, he did not give up, but gritted his teeth and fought with all his might to contend with her.

Katarina's victory was not as easy as she had imagined; she discovered that the Crown Prince's strength far exceeded her expectations. This forced her to reassess her opponent and take a more serious approach.

The two engaged in a fierce competition on the field, and the audience's emotions rose and fell with their performance. Sometimes tense, sometimes excited, sometimes cheering, sometimes sighing... This match undoubtedly became a hot topic of conversation among them.

Time ticked by, and the match intensified. Both the Crown Prince and Katarina were giving it their all, attempting to defeat their opponent. However, determining a winner was no easy task; the difference in their strength was minimal, and either could emerge victorious.

Just when everyone thought the match was going to be deadlocked, the Crown Prince suddenly launched a fatal attack. He concentrated all his fighting spirit on the tip of his sword and thrust it at Katarina with lightning speed.

Jin Chengxuan's expression turned slightly serious, his eyes flashing with contemplation. He slowly turned to look at Linghu Yue, his voice revealing a hint of agreement: "My dear consort is right. I also noticed that Katarina just now. Judging from her aura, she is indeed no less formidable than Zhenhuan."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Yue couldn't help but show a hint of smugness on her face. She had always been wary of Katarina, and now that she had gained Jin Chengxuan's approval, she naturally felt gratified. However, this smugness didn't last long before it was interrupted by Jin Fei's cold snort.

Jin Fei's eyes gleamed with a defiant light. Looking at Jin Chengxuan and Linghu Yue, she said firmly, "So what if it's a mid-level spiritual treasure? As long as my brother and Brother Nalan are a little careful, we can definitely defeat her! Besides, isn't there that despicable guy among the top ten? I think he can definitely defeat this Katarina!"

As soon as Jin Fei finished speaking, a hush fell over the surroundings. Not only were Jin Chengxuan and Linghu Yue surprised, but even the other concubines who had been chattering away turned around and stared intently at Jin Fei, whose face was filled with resentment. They all seemed surprised that this usually charming and adorable little princess would utter such resolute words.

Jin Chengxuan looked at Jin Fei, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly and asked gently, "Girl, who is that person you're talking about? Is he even more powerful than your four-star Dou Shi elder brother?"

Jin Fei nodded, her little face full of seriousness. She pouted, seemingly recalling that person's appearance, or perhaps searching for an outlet for her resentment: "Yes, Father. I heard the news from someone else. That guy is only thirteen years old this year, but he's already as skilled as my elder brother. Not only that, last time outside the Spirit Palace, he defeated Brother Nalan in front of many people..."

At this point, a complex emotion flashed in Jin Fei's eyes. She seemed to feel both admiration and resentment towards the young man. This emotion also infected the others present. They all speculated about the young man's identity, their hearts filled with curiosity and anticipation.