Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

"To achieve such battle achievements in front of this hall, since the start of the Cloud Fighting, there should be no more than ten people..." an official from the Imperial Capital stroked his beard and remarked, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Song Changming.

As Song Changming continued to achieve victory after victory, everyone’s opinion of him steadily rose.

After all, this is the Cloud Fighting in front of the Emperor’s Hall. All participants are elite Martial Tao talents from across the land. This is not the same as ordinary sparring or competition, with vastly different significance.

Song Changming was able to stand out, achieving consecutive victories, to the extent that no one could find an equal match for him.

There have been very few who could achieve what Song Changming has done.

"This child emerged out of nowhere today, truly transforming into a dragon with the wind. The vast Yun Province probably can’t contain him anymore!"

"But that Prince Cui, previously kept his talent well hidden, such a person emerged, and I had no knowledge of it..."

"Among Martial Artists of the same realm, no one is his match. I think there’s no need to continue the contest further."

"Indeed, that’s the case."

"He’s made a big enough impression, let your man step down. I think His Majesty in the hall has seen enough..." Prince Xia listened to the surrounding discussions and softly suggested to Prince Cui beside him.

"Hmm." Prince Cui was also planning to do just that.

The saying goes ’Too much is as bad as too little’. In fact, after Song Changming achieved ten consecutive victories, the purpose of gaining momentum and fame was accomplished.

All the ministers of imperial titles present, including His Majesty in the hall, knew that Song Changming was invincible among Martial Artists of the same realm. They also knew that Cui Bai Dao under his rule was not just a declining frontier but capable of nurturing such outstanding heroes.

Having gained enough face, it was considered sufficient.

However, just as Prince Cui was about to call back Song Changming, a loud voice suddenly rang out.

"Brother Song has some skill; I see Brother Song seems unsatisfied. Why not let me be your opponent?"

Everyone followed the voice, only to discover that it was a Martial Arts Grandmaster speaking, and they were somewhat surprised.

Prince Cui’s face darkened upon recognizing the speaker.

He knew the person; it was from the Ruijing Dao, accompanying Prince Rui.

He had witnessed the prowess of this Martial Arts Grandmaster before.

Back when he was in the Innate Perfection Realm Cultivation, the previous Hu Donghuo he brought had been defeated by him.

He initially thought today’s paths would not cross, and thus, they wouldn’t clash.

But who would have thought that Prince Rui would shamelessly let his person stand up, using size to suppress and forcefully proceed under the controversy.

The intent was merely to curb his momentum and prevent him from achieving Perfection.

It is reasonable to say that even if a Martial Arts Grandmaster’s cultivation strength prevails over Song Changming’s Innate Perfection Realm Cultivation strength, it’s only fitting and understandable.

But if defeated, defeated is defeated.

The just-crafted image of invincibility would inevitably have a bit of disgrace added.

This move by the opponent could be considered a classic case of harming others without benefiting oneself.

Usually, no minister of imperial titles would do such a thing, provoking without reason.

But due to his multiple previous disputes and grudges with Prince Rui, the opponent clearly didn’t want him to have enjoyment.

"This Li Jing’an, last time let it go, but this time he’s truly..." Even Prince Xia beside him was somewhat speechless by this person’s actions, calling his name directly.

Nonetheless, as the opponent insisted on challenging, there’s really not much more to say.

After all, the so-called different pathways notion is just what people follow by common practice, not a hard rule set by Emperor Yun.

And the grievances between Prince Rui and Prince Cui were also somewhat known by those ministers of imperial titles, irrelevant to them, so they more or less just held a mindset to watch the excitement.

"Old Hu, don’t be stubborn. Just let your attendant step down." Prince Xia suggested.

Prince Cui did not respond; his gaze met with Prince Rui, full of smiling intent, and his discontent grew even stronger.

At the previous Imperial Banquet, it was this attendant of Prince Rui who had nearly broken his guard.

This time, old and new grudges made him almost eager to engage in a fight with Prince Rui personally.

Speaking of cultivation strength between titled kings, he feared this Prince Rui not a bit.

After a moment of silence, Prince Cui internally communicated with Song Changming.

"Changming, how confident are you in facing this person?"

Probably only Prince Cui knew that Song Changming indeed had the strength to contend against a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Hence, he posed the question.

Song Changming looked up at the Martial Arts Grandmaster under Prince Rui.

He naturally understood that Prince Cui was referring to this person.

"I can fight, but I can’t guarantee victory." Song Changming replied.

He didn’t make an absolute statement, as the opponent was a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Previously, when they had exchanged blows briefly, Song Changming was not at a disadvantage, but neither had they both gone all out, nor ruled out the possibility of the opponent being negligent.

"Just give it your best!" Prince Cui earnestly said.

A retreat would inevitably lead to being looked down upon, although it could preserve an undefeated record, which would be meaningless.

He already made up his mind, that even if this battle ended in defeat, they should not retreat.

Moreover, with his understanding of Song Changming’s strength, there was a possibility of winning!

After all, the opponent had only recently broken through to the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm, not more than an Early Realm Grandmaster at best.

"Alright." Song Changming understood what Prince Cui meant, raising his long blade, pointing its edge directly at the seeking battle Gao Qiu’s Ruler.

"Please."

Gao Qiu’s Ruler seemingly did not expect Song Changming to accept the challenge so decisively, unconsciously revealing a slight, chilly smile.

"This is your own death wish!" he thought to himself, then unhesitatingly drifted into the arena, drawing his longsword.

Some cherish their reputation and do not stain it, but he did not consider it as highly.