Chapter 2883 - 2887: The Struggle for the Throne: The Wise and Virtuous King’s Soul Technique

"I am blessed with longevity and cannot die. Alright, since you have arrived, I might as well speak frankly.

I want you to support me in becoming the Great King of the Chen Dynasty!"

A strange glint flashed in Wise King Edward Chen Endless’s eyes as he spoke with a smile.

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions varied.

It was evident that the Three Elders of the Chen Dynasty and the three experts from Tianchi Mountain had already been subdued by Wise King Edward Chen Endless.

Among the remaining princes, only the Fourth Prince and the Seventh Prince, Chen Cangmang, did not look pleased.

The others directly walked to the center, knelt before Chen Endless, and announced their allegiance.

"Old Fourth, Old Seven, do you not wish to support your Second Brother?"

Chen Endless did not appear pleased.

"Second Brother, while your resurrection is indeed a blessing, Father had already passed the throne to our Fourteenth Brother before entering the Emperor’s Forbidden zone; what you are doing might be improper."

The Fourth Prince was a martial man, unfamiliar with court politics, nor inclined towards any prince.

He listened solely to the Thunder Emperor.

When the Thunder Emperor transferred the throne to Chen Cangxiong, he acknowledged Chen Cangxiong as King.

"Hmph, what merits does Chen Cangxiong possess? In the past, he merely surpassed me in strength.

In terms of governance or strategy, he is inferior to me.

Now, my strength has long surpassed his; what grounds does he have to contest me?"

Chen Endless snorted coldly.

"I don’t care; in any case, what Father said is a sacred decree that I must abide by. Seizing the throne in such a manner is not justifiable!

You claim your strength surpasses our Fourteenth Brother’s? I find it merely laughable. This one beside me is none other than Yan Liang, the General of the Divine Thunder Guard, his cultivation not high, only at the First Cycle of Yin-Yang Realm Twelfth Layer Hell’s Peak.

If you can defeat him, I will support you!"

The Fourth Prince sneered.

In his view, despite Wise King Edward Chen Endless’s efforts, only a few months had passed since the news of his death.

Is it really possible for one’s cultivation to advance so quickly?

He intended for Yan Liang to defeat Wise King in front of everyone, so that the Wise King would have no face to claim the throne.

"Are those your words? Don’t blame me for being ruthless as your Second Brother if you go back on them!"

A peculiar light flickered suddenly in Chen Endless’s eyes as he spoke.

"A man’s promise holds the weight of Nine Cauldrons!"

It appeared the Fourth Prince had much faith in General Yan Liang; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so confident.

"Forgive me, Your Highness!"

Yan Liang stepped out, stabilized his stance, and unleashed a terrifying aura from his body.

In Ling Xiao’s eyes, this man was even stronger than Yun Zhong Feng.

"Kill!"

With a bellow, Yan Liang charged forward.

However, just ten meters away from Wise King, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.

Others did not know how Chen Endless acted.

But Ling Xiao saw everything clearly.

Soul Technique!

It was a Soul Secret Technique!

Did this guy get something from Hong Minger?

Or perhaps...

He couldn’t tell why, but he often sensed Hong Minger’s aura on Wise King.

Back then, that young girl did not hesitate to take a blow from Ling Xiao to take Wise King’s body away.

There was no reason for Wise King to treat her lightly upon resurrection.

What on earth had happened?

The Fourth Prince looked in horror at the unconscious Yan Liang.

That was his bravest General, yet he had been defeated just like that?

He had no idea what had happened.

"Fourth Brother, what do you say now?"

Chen Endless looked at the Fourth Prince and asked half-smilingly.

"A wager is a wager. Since Yan Liang has lost to you, I have no choice but to let down our Fourteenth Brother. I have no objection to you claiming the throne."

The Fourth Prince sighed deeply, returned to his seat, and started drinking sulkily.

Wise King paid him no mind, as long as he did not oppose.

Then, Wise King turned to Chen Cangmang and asked, "And you, Old Seven, do you support our Fourteenth Brother too?"

"No! Second Brother, though your strategies are formidable, your nature is too secretive, unsuitable for a king. You are too much like Father!

As for our Fourteenth Brother, what does he know of governance? He’s merely a butcher who delights in slaughter.

Neither of you is qualified.

The one to ascend the throne of the Chen Dynasty must be me, Chen Cangmang!"

Seeing Yan Liang’s condition, Chen Cangmang felt some fear.

His only reliance now was the Zhan Ying Jun outside, and those like Ling Xiao, who calls himself Tuo Ba Ling, and Elder Fu.

No sooner had he spoken than the hall fell silent.

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

A moment later, someone started, and the crowd burst into laughter.

"Don’t joke, Old Seven, you’re just a local prince, hardly qualified to inherit the throne."

"Indeed, Old Seven, in strength you’re not as good as the Fourteenth, in strategy you’re not as good as our Second Brother; on what basis?"

"Simply because I wish to be a good king!"

Chen Cangmang stated unwaveringly.

He did not fear being ridiculed because that was truly what he thought. He had seen enough of the Royal Family’s infighting, had seen enough of the people’s displacement. He truly hoped this country could stabilize, could change.

Not remain as cold and ruthless as it is now.

"Enough joking, Old Seven. If you don’t support me as your Second Brother, that’s fine. I just hope you don’t oppose."

Wise King Edward Chen Endless considered Chen Cangmang’s words a joke.

"Second Brother, I was not joking. You can rely on your strength to subdue the Three Elders, can even enlist the three experts of Tianchi Mountain.

I can do likewise!"

Seventh Prince Chen Cangmang asserted righteously, not cowering despite Chen Endless’s formidable strength.

Every time he wanted to yield, a strong force in his heart would support him to continue speaking.

He did not know where this power came from, but it reassured him.

"Just you?"

Chen Endless was somewhat angered; he did not expect Old Seven to be so uninformed.

"Not just him, but me as well!"

Ling Xiao stood before Chen Cangmang, shielding him from Chen Endless’s terrifying murderous aura.

"And who are you?"

Chen Endless frowned and asked.

"One who aids a wise king!"

Ling Xiao replied calmly.

"This guy is nothing more than a First Cycle of Yin-Yang Realm Twelfth Layer Hell Late Stage cultivation, truly shamelessly boasting. Your Highness, there’s no need for you to act personally; any one of us three old fellows could easily annihilate him!"

Elder Feng looked coldly at Ling Xiao.

He had thought this gathering would end smoothly, only to find such an idiot suddenly appear.

"So what if it’s the Twelfth Layer Hell Late Stage? It’s enough to kill you, old codger."

Ling Xiao stood with hands behind his back, half-smiling at Elder Feng, and shouted sternly: "Old thing, you five control the court, disrupt the nation, harm the innocent, and frame the loyal.

Today, colluding with these traitors and rebels, I am here to eradicate you!"

"Tuo Ba Ling, are you out of your mind!"

Elder Fu turned pale upon hearing Ling Xiao’s words.

However, though Chen Cangmang was also somewhat confused, he did not stop him. Ling Xiao’s words, in truth, were what he wished but dared not say.