Chapter 248: Chapter 248

"Thunder Eagle? You are the Prince of the Thunderhawk Tribe."

Upon seeing the purple-robed warrior's thunderous feathered wings, Zhao Letian's gaze instantly sharpened.

This purple-robed warrior calls himself a prince and possesses the Thunder Eagle Martial Soul, clearly like Han Ba, hailing from the Thunderhawk Tribe.

In Gray Wolf Kingdom, the Thunderhawk Tribe ranks third in power. As a prince of the Thunderhawk Tribe, this person is likely a match for figures like Ao Tian and Xiao, no wonder he could monopolize an Enlightenment Stele alone.

However, now, Zhao Letian, equipped with a Six-star Spiritual Artifact, possessed unparalleled strength—let alone this person, even if Xiao himself appeared, he would have to bow down.

"Hmph, boy, since you know who I am, why don't you scram? Leave immediately, and I shall not hold today's incident against you, or else once you leave, I will exterminate your whole clan."

After distancing himself from Zhao Letian, the purple-robed warrior stopped and turned around to look at Zhao Letian, snorting haughtily.

In his eyes, Zhao Letian dared not provoke the Thunderhawk Tribe, ranked third in the Gray Wolf Kingdom; hence, he became complacent.

"You think too much, Sun-shooting Arrow Technique, go."

Zhao Letian spoke indifferently, drawing his Six-star Spiritual Bow and Arrow, releasing a sharp arrow imbued with the power of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, shooting straight at the purple-robed warrior. Find this chapter's source on *.

Even the young master of the number one tribe in Gray Wolf Kingdom, Ao Tian, was killed by him; he would hardly care about a lesser-known prince of the Thunderhawk Tribe.

"Zhao Zilong, you're seeking death, I'll remember you."

The purple-robed warrior, shocked and furious, hastily vibrated his wings on his back, transforming into a swift streak of lightning, and immediately fled into the distance.

However, Zhao Letian, who had initially only had a Four-star Spirit Artifact, was able to hit Xiao. Now with a Six-star Spiritual Artifact, the speed of his shot was unbelievably faster, and with a flash of lightning, it easily caught up with the purple-robed warrior, piercing straight through his head, killing him on the spot.

Zhao Letian's figure flickered, and he caught up, sweeping up the items on the body with a wave of his hand.

Zhao Letian took out the Jade Token to check the rankings, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

With the Jade Token from this purple-robed warrior, his collection reached more than 2,800 tokens, overtaking Yu Wenhui to the first place.

Unfortunately, most of these Jade Tokens had already been used, and there weren't many he could use.

"Now that I have a Six-star Spirit Artifact and Earth-level Martial Techniques, these Jade Tokens can be saved to exchange for elixirs and Primordial Stones to increase my cultivation."

Zhao Letian thought to himself, leaping to the top of the Enlightenment Stele and sitting down cross-legged.

Next, he had only three things to do: increase his cultivation level, increase the level of his momentum, and learn the Earth-level Martial Technique 'Sky-reaching Finger.' Even if he doesn't win the championship, this trip to the Secret Realm would still be worthwhile.

The sun rose and set, and stars shifted in turn.

In the blink of an eye, another twenty days passed.

This day marked the final day of the assessment.

Atop the Sky-reaching Peak's plaza in the outside world, the nobles who had been patiently waiting for a month were all keenly focused on the projection of the Illusion Realm today.

"The assessment is about to end. Who do you think will be the final champion?"

"Is there even a need to guess? It must be Yu Wenhui. Among the top ten young masters of the Royal Capital, he ranks third. His strength is unparalleled—who could compete with him?"

"I'm not so sure, Zhao Zilong is also strong, and Xiao from the Snow Eagle Tribe has a good chance of winning the championship too."

The crowd began to speculate.

After this period of assessment, less than one hundred people were left in the entire Secret Realm, meaning, from the participants, less than one in a hundred survived. At least ninety-nine out of every hundred had died in the Slaughter Illusion Realm.

Currently, among those remaining, the top three were Zhao Letian, Yu Wenhui, and Xiao, while the fourth was Murong Zhan.

Among them, Yu Wenhui had risen to first place, now holding over three thousand five hundred Jade Tokens, claiming more than a third of the total number.

Ranking second was Zhao Letian, whose count of Jade Tokens had also increased, nearing three thousand.

His being overtaken by Yu Wenhui was mainly because during these twenty days, he had been cultivating at the Enlightenment Stele, not actively hunting other Martial Artists. The Jade Tokens he had gained were from those who had foolishly come to take the Enlightenment Stele from him, effectively delivering themselves to him.

As for the third-place Xiao, he possessed more than two thousand three hundred Jade Tokens.

The fourth-place Murong Zhan held over six hundred Jade Tokens.

The remaining few hundred Jade Tokens were shared among the other few dozen Martial Artists.

If one were to judge by the number of Jade Tokens, only those ranked in the top four like Zhao Letian had the qualifications to compete for the championship. The other dozens of Martial Artists simply didn't qualify to be compared with them.

"Zhao Zilong, I hope you won't disappoint this princess."

On the plaza, with a veil adorning her face and surrounded by the crowd, the princess gazed admiringly at Zhao Letian in the projected image of the Secret Realm.

Zhao Letian's performance throughout the month had greatly satisfied her. Such astonishing talent was worthy of becoming the first man to see her body. Otherwise, if Zhao Letian were just a mediocre person, he should not exist in this world—the pride of a princess would never allow a mediocre individual to desecrate her body.

However, while Zhao Letian's performance was good, he still fell short of the princess's expectations. Only by claiming the championship could he qualify as a candidate for Prince Consort and compete with the true monstrous talents outside.

Also, only then would he garner enough attention from the Royal Family and Holy Spirit Academy to ensure his survival; otherwise, many were lining up to kill him once the assessment ended.

"Zhao Zilong, whether you win the championship or not, you will ultimately have nowhere to be buried."

Apart from the princess, many on the plaza, including the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, Snow Eagle Tribe, Thunderhawk Tribe, the Wan Yan family, and even the Duke of Zhen Nan's mansion, as well as many super tribes and major tribes of Heavenly Wolf Country, were paying close attention to Zhao Letian. Their talented family members had almost all been slain by Zhao Letian, and they were determined to seek revenge.

Meanwhile, in the Slaughter Illusion Realm, Zhao Letian, who was meditating at the top of the Enlightenment Stele, suddenly opened his eyes, feeling something, and looked up into the endless sky.

For some unknown reason, he felt numerous gazes converging on him—gazes filled with intense hatred and murderous intent, as if piercing through space and pressing heavily upon him like a tangible force.

Zhao Letian frowned, showing impatience in his eyes. With a cold snort, he stood up proudly, exuding an astonishing sword presence. He seemed to transform into a sword piercing the heavens. The strong Sword Intent he emitted unapologetically surged back along those oppressive gazes, astonishingly seeming to transcend spatial limitations, causing the owners of those gazes to turn pale in shock, their faces creased with frowns.