Chapter 303: Chapter 303

The crowd's gaze immediately turned towards the white-robed youth.

The youth wasn't very old, seemingly even younger than Zhao Letian, yet he was incredibly sturdy and well-built, with his tiger eyes wide open, and his eyes were filled with wildness and tyranny.

"Little Overlord Ye Rui, the Fourteenth Prince of Dajin Country, born with Divine Power, domineering and war-loving, has cultivated to the great completion of the True Martial Seventh Realm, ranking seventh among the ten representatives of Dajin Country."

Zhao Letian watched the white-robed youth attentively, information about him immediately surfacing in his mind.

Younger than Zhao Letian, yet with a cultivation level not inferior to his own, in terms of talent, Little Overlord Ye Rui was not less than Zhao Letian, perhaps even stronger.

But, Zhao Letian's greatest reliance was never talent, but rather, an unbreakable Martial Arts Heart.

Zhao Letian was well aware that the world was vast; there were many Martial Artists with more talent than him. There were even those of heaven-defying talent, according to the memories inherited from the Dragon Clan, who were stronger than those in the True Martial Realm at birth, requiring no cultivation to easily defeat him.

However, to become a peerless great master and reach the pinnacle of the martial path, talent alone is far from enough. Owning an unyielding, unbreakable Martial Arts Heart is what truly matters most.

At the same time, faces like Wanyan Zheng's showed cold smiles of schadenfreude; someone had come looking for trouble with Zhao Letian right from the start, which was perfect.

"Great completion of the True Martial Seventh Realm, you must be Zhao Zilong, right? I heard you killed Wang Zhao in War King City?"

Without waiting for Zhao Letian's response, Little Overlord Ye Rui's gaze locked onto Zhao Letian and coldly questioned.

"That's correct, it was me."

Zhao Letian said calmly, without fear or arrogance. The reference version of this chapter is on *.

"Although Wang Zhao was a waste, he was ultimately a member of Dajin Country. You killed a man of Dajin Country on our territory, and as a Prince of Dajin, I cannot overlook this matter. Take my punch and we'll settle this matter, otherwise, this will not end until one of us is dead."

Little Overlord Ye Rui said arrogantly.

"If you want to avenge Wang Zhao, just make your move; there's no need for empty words."

Zhao Letian indifferently replied.

"Very well, you've got guts. Overlord Fist."

Little Overlord Ye Rui revealed a sinister smile of excitement, and with a flicker of his figure, he directly threw a punch at Zhao Letian.

"A Dark Level Martial Technique? Such formidable power, Thunderbolt Fist."

Zhao Letian's gaze sharpened, and thunder arcs glittered on his fist as he squarely met the incoming attack.

As soon as Little Overlord Ye Rui made a move, he used a Dark Level Martial Technique, terrifying in power.

Moreover, Zhao Letian could distinctly sense that Ye Rui's fist contained an explosive and formidable Physical Strength, very frightening.

However, Zhao Letian was no ordinary figure himself.

His Thunderbolt Fist, although only a Xuan-Level Middle Stage Martial Technique, was a Xuan-Level High Grade Martial Technique precious enough to be treasured by a predecessor of the Dragon Clan. He had nearly cultivated it to the state of Great Perfection, its power comparable to that of a Dark Level Martial Technique.

As for Physical Strength, who in the same realm had Zhao Letian ever feared?

Even without relying on the Mystic Armor Power, merely his physical strength long tempered by the Qingluo Wine was not something ordinary people could match.

In the blink of an eye, the fists of the two fighters collided solidly, an immense wave of energy shockwave, mixed with the power of thunder and lightning, abruptly spread outwards.

As the energy shockwave swept over, the leader of the Gray Wolf Kingdom, the Golden Giant Baru, stood unmoved, merely scoffing coldly. A sudden terrifying surge of power emanated from his body, directly shattering the incoming energy shockwave.

On the Thunder Swamp Country side, the leader, a blue-robed young man named Zhou Bin, displayed a look of disdain. With a casual flick of his hand, thousands of Thunder Arcs descended from the sky, easily blasting apart the charge of the energy ripples.

As for the Dajin Country side, the leader, Second Prince Ye Chenxiao, furrowed his brows slightly. With a gentle flick of his folding fan, an invisible force swept out, effortlessly blocking the incoming energy ripples.

At the same time, Zhao Letian and Ye Rui were both repelled by the terrifying power of the opposing fists.

As a result, Little Overlord Ye Rui stepped back five paces, his arms numb, tormented by the stinging of the electric arcs, eyes full of shock, staring at Zhao Letian in utter disbelief.

As for Zhao Letian, he only retreated three steps, with no significant change in his facial expression, calm and composed.

The strength and weakness between them were crystal clear.

"Who could have imagined you possessed such strength? Your Physical Strength is even stronger than mine. It's not unjust for Wang Zhao to have died by your hand. But, there has never been anyone of the same level who could match me. You're no exception. If I cannot defeat you today, I do not deserve the title of 'Little Overlord' of the Royal Capital."

Ye Rui's eyes burned with rage, and as he spoke, a terrifying aura suddenly burst forth from within him.

"This is? The aura of a Martial Soul."

A shiver ran through the depths of Zhao Letian's heart, ripples stirred in his Soul Space, and the black Little Snake Martial Soul that quietly hovered within suddenly opened its proud and aloof eyes, as if piercing through all barriers, firmly locking onto Ye Rui.

"Could this person actually make Ye Rui use the Royal Family's inherited Martial Soul? Could it really be him?"

Second Prince Ye Chenxiao gazed at Zhao Letian, his eyes flickering with contemplation.

Like the people from War King City, Ye Chenxiao also suspected whether this so-called Zhao Zilong was the monstrously talented Zhao Letian who had disappeared on the border battlefield.

However, although the two shared many similarities, there were many differences as well, especially in the Martial Techniques and fighting styles they used, which made it difficult for Ye Chenxiao to confirm whether Zhao Zilong was indeed Zhao Letian.

But for Ye Chenxiao, as well as others in the Royal Capital who wanted Zhao Letian dead, mere suspicion was enough – they would rather kill by mistake than let go.

Yet, Ye Chenxiao had other plans in mind and had not yet decided to kill Zhao Letian.

Just then, a furious roar came from Little Overlord Ye Rui, shaking the heavens and making everyone's souls tremble.

Looking towards the source of the sound, one could see a Golden Flood Dragon phantom emerging around Ye Rui, coiling and circling him, shielding him, with proud and icy golden eyes that displayed a domineering disregard for all life.

"The Golden Flood Dragon Martial Soul, this is the inherited Martial Soul of the Dajin Royal Family, so mighty, so domineering."

Everyone praised in admiration.

"Is this the real Flood Dragon?"

Zhao Letian also scrutinized Ye Rui's Martial Soul, trembling slightly with excitement.

The Golden Flood Dragon phantom was incredibly powerful; indeed, Zhao Letian had never seen such a formidable Martial Soul.

What's more, the Golden Flood Dragon Martial Soul seemed to trigger a certain power hidden inside his body, causing his blood to boil as never before, as if something was on the brink of bursting forth.