Chapter 974 - No One Will be Able to Protect You

The coliseum was one of the most important places in the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation. Vast and packed with people, its farthest edges blurred into the horizon.

Nine battle platforms stood within, where fierce duels raged nonstop

Every day, countless people would compete on the platforms, vying for victory to receive the nation’s generous rewards or even be recruited into their ranks.

It wasn’t just the nation’s forces at play—many major powers within its territory also gathered here. The nation would extend olive branches to all those who performed outstandingly.

Naturally, this led to clashes between the disciples, often settled right on the platforms.

In the center of the vast coliseum was an imperial corridor that led to the best spots of the viewing gallery, guarded by the military force. Only those in the imperial family could sit there.

A group of figures appeared in the imperial corridor.

Instantly, countless heads turned, many rising to their feet as the massive coliseum fell into silence.

Word had already spread that Prince Jing’s son, a genius of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, Zhuge Yan, had invited the Medicine King Valley’s saintess here today.

Everyone in this group had an extraordinary temperament, especially that stunning beauty at its core. She was so beautiful that it could bring cities and countries to ruin. She could only be the legendary saintess.

Rumors hadn’t lied about her appearance.

Leading the way were several young elites, but the most striking was the figure in the center—a noble youth clad in purple-gold lightning robes. He must be Prince Jing’s son, Zhuge Yan, who was born with a lightning body.

The armored soldiers at the sides of the corridor instantly knelt on one knee and shouted respectfully, “Greetings to the Prince, we welcome the Medicine King Valley’s saintess.”

The voices were like the rumbling of thunder, shaking heaven and earth, making countless onlookers turn their gazes toward Zhuge Yan and Saintess Lin Xian’er, instinctively pairing them together.

These two were truly unrivaled figures of a generation. If they joined forces, their names would undoubtedly echo through history.

Chen Fan’s group also walked over, making the crowd narrow their gazes again.

Although Zhuge Mingyue rarely returned to the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation, the crowd naturally recognized her, and their gazes shrank.

The soldiers remained indifferent. They had acknowledged the prince but not the princess. A silent ripple spread through the coliseum. Countless eyes flickered with realization.

Prince Jing’s influence had reached terrifying heights—so much so that his authority overshadowed the imperial court itself. The soldiers were already ignoring Zhuge Mingyue, the princess.

“All rise. I’ve invited the saintess here today to witness the grand spectacle of our coliseum. I trust our talents will showcase their skill and uphold our nation’s martial spirit.”

Zhuge Yan’s voice spread throughout the vast stadium. A cold light flashed in the eyes of the people from the sovereign’s faction.

Zhuge Mingyue also furrowed her brow tightly, extremely upset. They knelt to greet the prince but not her.

Chen Fan and the others’ gazes were also very cold, but this also gave them a clear understanding of the current situation of the sovereign’s faction. They were approaching a crisis. Even the ordinary guards dared to ignore the princess in public.

This was a very obvious signal!

Furthermore, the two main seats in front were the most honorable. Zhuge Yan had left it for himself and Lin Xian’er, followed by the supplementary seats at the side.

Chen Fan furrowed his brow slightly.

Zhuge Yan had gone to great lengths to promote himself, upstaging the host. For one, it was to magnify his status. Where did that leave the nation’s real princess, Zhuge Mingyue?

Second, he was subtly orchestrating a narrative, crafting the illusion of a perfect match between himself and Lin Xian’er. If enough people believed it, the idea would take root on its own.

The crowd in the coliseum also took notice of this scene. Though the shift was subtle, many keenly observed how Zhuge Yan would arrange the seating.

“Saintess, please.”

As expected, Zhuge Yan extended his arm, guiding Lin Xian’er to sit in one of the two most honorable main seats. If Lin Xian’er sat down, he would probably sit by her side.

Lin Xian’er frowned slightly.

As the Medicine King Valley’s saintess, her mastery over the Dao of medicine was unparalleled, but she was also shrewd. She understood the political landscape of the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation well enough to recognize Zhuge Yan’s maneuver instantly.

The Medicine King Valley was disinterested in worldly matters. Even overlord class forces would have to be polite toward them. As their saintess, she was qualified to sit in the main seat.

However, that would mean stepping right into Zhuge Yan’s trap, giving outsiders an illusion that the Medicine King Valley supported Prince Jing’s faction.

Suddenly, a voice suddenly rang out.

“As the host, Princess Mingyue should take her seat first.”

The instant Chen Fan’s words fell, the atmosphere immediately became delicate.

Zhuge Yan had been trying to diminish Zhuge Mingyue’s presence, positioning himself as the true authority.

But with a single sentence, Chen Fan flipped the situation. He forced Zhuge Yan into an awkward position by calling for Zhuge Mingyue to take her rightful place first. If he still wished to sit beside Lin Xian’er, he would now have to place himself beside the princess instead.

Zhuge Yan gazed toward Chen Fan. An imperceptible cold light flashed across his eyes. Just as he was about to rebuke him, Lin Xian’er said, “Please go ahead, Your Highness.”

In an instant, Zhuge Yan’s gaze froze.

Lin Xian’er speaking up to let Zhuge Mingyue take her seat made things difficult for him.

“Since the saintess is so polite, you should take the seat first and not make her wait, Your Highness.” The people beside Zhuge Mingyue naturally urged her to take her seat.

Zhuge Mingyue glanced coldly at Zhuge Yan and walked one step at a time toward one of the main seats.

Boom!

However, the armored soldiers at the sides emitted a threatening might immediately, filling the air with a vague sense of somberness.

Zhuge Yan had arranged these powerful, armored soldiers in advance. There were even peak Manifestation realm experts among them.

Zhuge Mingyue felt several auras fall on her as if to force her back.

However, as the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation’s princess, she had to withstand the pressure. She could not allow Zhuge Yan to get his way.

Zhuge Mingyue was like a tiny boat in the storm, enduring the boundlessly immense pressure and advancing steadily.

Zhuge Yan’s gaze shifted. Finally, he smiled and opened his mouth indifferently, “Your Highness, please.”

The moment Zhuge Yan’s voice fell, all the pressure dissipated as if everything was normal.

However, Zhuge Mingyue felt even more apprehensive. This person’s control of the situation had far exceeded her expectations.

However, a boundlessly terrifying suddenly might fell on the armored soldiers, forcing them to kneel on the ground.

Huang Wuji radiated his Legendary realm pressure without restraint, suppressing them to the point that they couldn’t even lift their heads. He said, overflowing with killing intent, “If I find out that you’re showing disrespect to Princess Mingyue again, no one will be able to protect you. No one!”

As his voice fell, countless people’s hearts trembled!