303: Concubine Shu pleads for mercy

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

The sound of blades entering flesh continued incessantly. As blood stained the surface of the arena, everyone stared at this scene, dumbfounded.

They had already seen Lin Ye's cruelty on the sky screen before, but seeing it in person still made their hair stand on end.

Everyone was thinking to themselves: if they were to have any conflict with Lin Ye in the future, they would either have to kill him directly with thunderous force, kneel and beg for mercy, or simply abandon everything and hope he would spare them.

Otherwise, they would be tortured alive.

This was the Wu Dynasty. The Martial Saint Emperor and Consort Shu, his biological parents, were sitting right there on the viewing platform.

Countless civil and military officials were gathered around, yet Lin Ye was staging a performance of Lingchi on a prince.

It would be strange if everyone wasn't feeling terrified in such a situation.

Especially on the Chang Sheng Lin Family side, where Lin Yueer's legs were trembling so much she could no longer stand. To prevent her from losing face, several members of the Chang Sheng Lin Family blocked her behind them, preventing others from seeing their Young Miss's fearful appearance.

Only Lin Yu watched the arena with interest. If it had been him on stage this time, he certainly would have done the same as Lin Ye.

After all, the Ninth Prince had a close relationship with the Chang Sheng Lin Family. He was also Lin Yueer's future Dao Companion; if he didn't slaughter him, he would at least peel off several layers of his skin!

Right now, there was only one thought in the brothers' minds.

Everyone from the Chang Sheng Lin Family deserved to die! Everyone related to the Chang Sheng Lin Family also deserved to die!!!

On the other side, Consort Shu, watching her son's wide-eyed expression as he was continuously tortured, could finally no longer hold back. But just as she was about to lash out in anger, a strand of Qi locked onto her tightly.

Who had such audacity to dare threaten a Consort of the Wu Dynasty? One had to know, the Martial Saint Emperor was right there!

But after turning her head, she discovered that the person locking onto her with their Qi and threatening her was none other than the Martial Saint Emperor, whom she held in such high regard.

Although the Martial Saint Emperor's eyes were fixed on the arena below, he transmitted his voice to Consort Shu: "The competition isn't over yet. What do you intend to do?"

Upon hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Consort Shu's beautiful eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

She did not have the courage to confront the Martial Saint Emperor directly right now.

If she truly had the courage and strength, would she still need to arrange a marriage between the Ninth Prince and the Chang Sheng Lin Family? Wouldn't it be easier to just wait until the Martial Saint Emperor abdicated and take control of the entire Imperial Dynasty?

"Your Majesty, quickly make that Lin Ye stop! Our son is about to reach his limit!!!"

"Heh..."

Unlike the anxious Consort Shu, the Martial Saint Emperor, as his biological father, laughed coldly: "As a prince of the Imperial Dynasty, he doesn't strive for improvement and spends his days eating, drinking, and playing—that would be one thing. But his Heart-Nature is so unbearable that he even brought out the trump card I prepared for him just to participate in a sparring match."

"Letting him suffer a bit now can be considered teaching him a lesson. I warn you, in front of so many people, you are not allowed to do anything embarrassing!!!"

Hearing the Martial Saint Emperor's resolute tone, Consort Shu knew that no matter how much she begged, it would be useless.

Thinking of this, Consort Shu said no more, but her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the arena, fearing that the Ninth Prince might die right there on it.

On the other hand, the Martial Saint Emperor looked at Lin Ye with a hint of appreciation.

He didn't just admire Lin Ye's strength and talent, but also his Heart-Nature and methods. Even his character was the same.

After all, although Lin Ye was continuously subjecting the Ninth Prince to cruel torture, Lin Ye was very measured and did not kill the Ninth Prince outright.

If Lin Ye had really slain the Ninth Prince on the arena, even with his cooperative relationship with the Martial Saint Emperor, it would have been an awkward situation for both parties.

Therefore, Lin Ye did not do that, but instead taught the Ninth Prince what it meant to wish for death but be unable to die!!!

This was no exaggeration. At this moment, the Ninth Prince's face was twisted, blood was spurting out, and his eyes were becoming listless; he truly wanted to just die and be done with it.

Lin Ye's methods were truly inconceivable. He used extremely fine Sword Qi to perform Lingchi, yet every sliver of Sword Qi that touched flesh and blood caused the Ninth Prince agonizing pain, as if he were being flayed alive and having his tendons pulled out.

The brutal situation continued for a long time before Lin Ye finally let go.

Bang!!!

The Ninth Prince collapsed onto the arena floor. Rather than calling him a person, it would be more accurate to call him a puddle of flesh and blood.

Even his facial skin had been ravaged by the sharp Sword Qi.

If not for his formidable cultivation base, the Ninth Prince would have long since succumbed and died on the stage.

The official responsible for refereeing the match walked onto the arena trembling, his gaze towards Lin Ye filled with terror.

"This match, Lin, Lin Ye is the victor."

In every previous match, there would be cheers after the fight, but this time with Lin Ye, it was different. Let alone cheers, the entire viewing platform was silent.

Clap, clap, clap!

Just as everyone remained silent, Lin Ye took the initiative to clap his hands. His gaze swept across everyone in the stands.

For some reason, everyone who made eye contact with Lin Ye felt a tremor in their hearts and subsequently clapped their hands subconsciously.

For a moment, applause echoed across the arena.

Lin Ye also smiled and said to everyone: "Thank you all for your support."

After speaking, Lin Ye's figure vanished from the arena and appeared beside Wu Mingyue.

Wu Mingyue's expression was somewhat strange.

To be honest, no one understood the character of her Ninth Brother better than she did, but what she hadn't expected was that the Martial Saint Emperor would actually give him the dragon head ring.

Earlier, when the Ninth Prince took out the dragon head ring, Wu Mingyue had almost been unable to restrain herself from rushing into the arena.

If not for Empress Wu appearing by her side in time to remind her, Wu Mingyue would probably have insisted on smashing through the grand formation to rescue Lin Ye.

Although everyone had seen the astonishing strength Lin Ye displayed in the Lingxu Battlefield through the sky screen, they hadn't experienced the shock of seeing it with their own eyes. Wu Mingyue was the same.

Discovering that even after the Ninth Prince used the dragon head ring, he still hadn't been able to force Lin Ye to draw his sword, she raised Lin Ye's status in her heart once more.

This strength was undoubtedly that of a peerless Prodigy. The only ones capable of contending with Lin Ye were probably those other Cultivators who were also peerless Prodigies, or perhaps even ancient Prodigies.

Other Prodigies, in Lin Ye's presence, were likely no different from ordinary people.

"What? Are you mesmerized?"

Hearing Lin Ye's voice transmission, Wu Mingyue was suddenly stunned. It seemed this was the first time Lin Ye had spoken to her like this.

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Mingyue slowly nodded and transmitted back: "Mm, mesmerized."

This time, it was Lin Ye who felt somewhat surprised.

Earlier, because he had unleashed the killing intent within his body, combined with the scene of blood flowing on the arena, his negative emotions had intensified, which was why he had said that. He hadn't expected Wu Mingyue to be so straightforward.