Chapter 258: Chapter 258

Zhao Letian staggered back for twenty to thirty feet befoe he managed to stop himself, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at the person who had made the move.

This person's strength was terrifying.

He was certain that the person had merely struck casually just now, yet easily pushed him and Wanyan Zheng back; such strength was truly terrifying.

"True Martial Ninth Summit?"

Zhao Letian focused intently on the formidable young man clad in gold-plated armor, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Although both at the pinnacle of True Martial Ninth Level, this young man in armor brought a much stronger sense of oppression than Yu Wenhui, and even stronger than Li, who practiced the Demon Dao Technique; at least, the Li in Zhao Letian's memory was nowhere near as terrifying as this person.

Furthermore, not only was this person's strength horrifying, but he also sat at the main seat, clearly indicating his status was not ordinary either.

At the same time, all the geniuses present were also gazing at the armored young man, fear apparent in the depths of their eyes, including Yu Wenhui, who ranked third among the top ten sons of the Royal Capital.

As for Wanyan Zheng, who had been sent flying back to his seat, he didn't even dare to look at the young man directly, bowing his head and not daring to utter a word, obediently sitting down.

"Today is the Royal Palace's night banquet, competing for fun is fine, but causing fatalities is inappropriate. After all, all of you have been selected by the Royal Family as candidates for the Prince Consort. If someone were to die here in the Royal Palace, it would harm the reputation of the Royal Family. Let's leave it at this for now; let's not set this as a precedent. Sit down and enjoy the drinks."

Without even glancing at Zhao Letian, the armored young man resolved the conflict with a single move before returning to the main seat. He then spoke with an emotionless expression and a cold attitude, showing not the slightest bit of hospitality as the host, his tone even carrying a subtle commanding presence, as if a superior talking to inferiors, with immense arrogance.

Although Zhao Letian still felt some dissatisfaction in his heart, he didn't say much and found a place to sit down on his own.

This person had no hostility towards him, or to put it more accurately, had not even regarded him as worthy of attention; naturally, Zhao Letian felt no need to provoke him unnecessarily.

"Humph, Meng Yi, remember you are just an adopted son of the King. Today you are merely hosting the banquet on behalf of the King. Who are you showing that sulky face to? Do you really think you belong to the Royal Family with the Royal Bloodline? Just looking at your sulky face is enough to upset anyone; who would still be in the mood for drinks and fun."

Almost everyone was wary of Meng Yi, the man in the armor, but there was one person who dared to speak up bluntly with a cold hum.

However, this person's voice was rather strange; clearly a man, but with a very high, almost feminine pitch, making it sound very awkward and sending chills down the spines of listeners.

Zhao Letian was slightly startled, rather surprised, and immediately looked towards the source of the voice.

The speaker sat below the main seat, clearly also of no ordinary status.

Indeed, the speaker was a man, yet he wore a pink long robe that floated around him like a long skirt, his figure slender and refined, with pale and smooth skin, delicate features, and light makeup applied, exuding an extremely yin and soft temperament. He leaned against the table, holding an exquisite wine pot, pouring for himself while also managing to make flirtatious gestures at Meng Yi.

"Hua Qianyang, even though it's the night banquet at the Royal Palace and it's best not to fight, if you seek death, I can make an exception today. After all, the Princess will never fancy someone like you, a genderless monster."

Meng Yi's face darkened as he spoke indifferently, his eyes flashing with a cold murderous intent.

What he hated the most in his life was others bringing up his status as an adopted son, and he had long found Hua Qianyang disagreeable. If there was an opportunity, he would not hesitate to eliminate such a genderless individual.

"Stinky man, who are you calling a monster? If I want to die, just try to kill me."

Hua Qianyang smashed the wine pot in his hand, stood up, and stared dead at Meng Yi, showing no fear, his body emitting a cold and chilling aura.

People's eyes immediately revealed a look of interest, ready to watch a good show.

Meng Yi's strength, even though incredibly formidable, but Hua Qianyang was no pushover either, also not to be trifled with. If the two of them were to fight, it would be far more exciting than Zhao Letian versus Wanyan Zheng.

"Fine, Hua Qianyang, it is not suitable to shed blood at the banquet. If you want to die, just follow me outside."

Meng Yi stood up, his tone icy cold, saying he was about to head outside.

"Let's go then, I'm not afraid of you."

Hua Qianyang was still fearless, with a light flick of his sleeves, preparing to follow him out. For character sheets and glossaries, visit *.

"Om mani padme hum, esteemed sirs, temper your thunderous rage, today we have come to attend the banquet not to drink and be merry, nor to seek trouble. The only thing we care about is the Princess's marriage affair. Brother Meng, please reveal the true purpose of this banquet to everyone soon."

Just then, from the other side below the main seat, a young monk suddenly stood up, palms together, blocking in front of Meng Yi and another, calmly speaking.

"Another supreme genius."

Zhao Letian looked at the young monk, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes, he secretly thought to himself.

This young monk, dressed in red-brown beast leather, revealing a strong arm, and with a string of skull-shaped white bone prayer beads around his neck, although he did not show any strong aura, just standing there, he gave off a feeling of being at one with the Dao, obviously, he had reached a very high realm in the martial path.

More importantly, amidst this person's Buddha-like benign nature, there was also a brutal murderous aura, which was very intimidating.

If Zhao Letian was not mistaken, he, like Hua Qianyang, was a supreme genius on par with Meng Yi, even stronger than Yu Wenhui.

"Yanmoluo, who wants you, this nosy monk, to interfere, step aside."

Hua Qianyang was unappreciative, coldly scolding.

"Brother Hua, between us and Meng Yi, there will inevitably be a battle sooner or later, the ultimate victor will then settle the score with that person, but today is not the time, I have urgent matters to attend to, so, Brother Meng, please quickly inform everyone of the purpose of this banquet."

Fan Monk Yanmoluo shook his head and chuckled.

"Fine, let's handle the important matter first, then deal with this androgynous fellow."

Meng Yi nodded, coldly glancing at Hua Qianyang.

"Hmph, it's not yet certain who will be sent on their way."

Hua Qianyang snorted coldly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the purpose of this banquet is simple, one month from now, is the King's birthday. At that time, all of you, as candidates for Prince Consort, will present a congratulatory gift in front of the people of the Royal Capital to the King. This gift will also become your betrothal gift for marrying the Princess. Whoever's gift is most valuable, will most likely win this competition."

Meng Yi no longer paid attention to Hua Qianyang, looked around at everyone, and spoke aloud.