On this day, Zhao Letian was in closed-door cultivation when the candidate token for the position of Prince Consort from Gray Wolf Kingdom suddenly began to tremble.

"The envoy from the Sky Dome Dynasty has arrived, summoning us to gather at the Royal Palace of Dajin Country."

Taking out the token and looking at it, Zhao Letian's eyes instantly lit up.

The arrival of the envoy from the Sky Dome Dynasty meant that they were about to set off for the Sky Dome Dynasty.

Thus, Zhao Letian packed up and, along with Master Yu, went to the Royal Palace.

Although he was currently under the protection of Ye Chenxiao's people, to be cautious, he still decided to bring Master Yu along.

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Before long, Zhao Letian and Master Yu arrived outside the Royal Palace of Dajin Country.

As usual, Master Yu remained outside, while Zhao Letian entered the Royal Palace alone.

Following the instructions from the token, Zhao Letian quickly arrived at a majestic hall in the palace.

When he arrived, talents from various nations were also arriving one after another.

"Brother Zilong, it's been three months, and your cultivation level seems to have improved quite a bit."

No sooner had he entered when Nalan Yun walked over with a smile.

Having not seen him for several months, he noticed Zhao Letian's eyes were more reserved, his vitality full, giving off the sense of a transformation, utterly different from before.

"You're joking, brother Nalan. My meager cultivation is not worth mentioning in your presence."

Zhao Letian replied with a shake of the head and a smile.

Although he was being modest, what he said was also true.

Nalan Yun was already at the peak of the True Martial Ninth Realm, whereas Zhao Letian was currently only at the peak of the True Martial Eighth Realm.

In front of Nalan Yun, Zhao Letian's cultivation truly paled in comparison.

Of course, when it comes to strength, Zhao Letian believed that now, compared with Nalan Yun, the difference between them should not be too great. At the very least, he certainly had the power to fight.

At the same time, many people's gazes also converged on Zhao Letian.

However, their eyes were filled with disdain.

Being merely at the True Martial Eighth Realm, he was still considered the weakest among the talents present.

Even though Zhao Letian did seem much stronger than he was three months ago, during these three months, the others had not been idle either, all fully preparing for the journey to the Imperial Secret Realm. It could be said that everyone's strength had improved a lot, each more confident than the next, and none would regard Zhao Letian as a threat.

More importantly, three months ago, Zhao Letian stood out among the crowd and won the favor of Princess Ye Siyu, which made many people envious and resentful, naturally not inclined to show him any kindness.

"Just a loser, it doesn't matter if it's three months or even three more years of cultivation, this young master can still easily crush you."

At that moment, Xu Ye from Skyfire Country, ranked sixth, suddenly spoke up dismissively.

Three months ago, it was with his Fiery Fire Palm that he had easily defeated Zhao Letian.

Hearing Xu Ye's words, many people's faces immediately revealed mocking and cold smiles.

Someone taking on Zhao Letian was exactly what they wanted.

"No need for three years; I want to see now how you plan to crush me."

Zhao Letian looked at Xu Ye with cold eyes, speaking without any hint of fear.

Upon hearing his words, the eyes of the crowd immediately revealed a look of delighted surprise.

It seems that Zhao Letian is looking to challenge Xu Ye once again.

However, only a short three months have passed, and Zhao Letian is definitely no match for Xu Ye. If he dares to recklessly challenge Xu Ye, it will surely be nothing but self-humiliation.

"Oh? It seems that the force I used in my palm strike last time was still too gentle; it didn't make you realize the insurmountable gap in strength between us. Very well, today this young master will ensure to teach you an unforgettable lesson."

A cruel cold smile appeared on Xu Ye's face as he stared intently at Zhao Letian, his body surging with powerful fire-attributed True Yuan Power, ready to strike directly. Co+nt.e#n-t s.o+ur%ce#d fr+o^m *. – My Vir@t@u&al* Librar^y# Emp#ire.

"Brother Zilong, are you confident? If you are not absolutely sure, do not act rashly. Xu Ye's strength is not to be underestimated. Let me take him down for you."

Nalan Yun, standing beside Zhao Letian, stared at Xu Ye and spoke solemnly.

He, too, didn't believe that just three months had passed, and Zhao Letian's strength could now compete with the sixth-ranked genius of Skyfire Country.

If that were the case, then Zhao Letian's strength might not be much different from his own.

"Brother Nalan, thanks for your concern. There's no need for you to intervene. I have my own plans."

Zhao Letian smiled lightly and then took a step forward, walking out.

"Hmph! Courting death, Fiery Fire Palm!"

Xu Ye snorted disdainfully, his figure flashed with astonishing speed as he unleashed a massive Fiery Fire Palm Seal, crushing towards Zhao Letian.

"Thunderbolt Fist!"

Zhao Letian's gaze sharpened as he transformed into an incredibly fast bolt of lightning, throwing a punch forward.

This time, his fist was only imbued with the fully accomplished Nine-layered Thunder Force, without any other additional powers.

However, the Martial Technique Thunderbolt Fist he unleashed this time, along with the Nine-layered Thunder Force, his Little Snake Martial Soul, and his formidable Physical Strength, harmoniously integrated to a high degree. When combined, they formed a unified force, greatly surpassing his previous power.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, Zhao Letian's fist, swirling with lightning, collided fiercely with the Fiery Fire Palm Seal unleashed by Xu Ye.

As a result, the massive Fiery Fire Palm Seal only held up for a brief moment before it was punctured by Zhao Letian's fist, instantly fracturing.

Zhao Letian's fist continued its relentless trajectory toward Xu Ye.

"This is impossible! How can a mere waste at the True Martial Eighth Realm break through this young master's Fiery Fire Palm?"

Xu Ye's eyes revealed an incredible shock, and he hurriedly swung his palm wrapped in flames to meet Zhao Letian's thunderous punch.

"Thump!"

A dull, thunderous sound spread as Zhao Letian and Xu Ye were both shaken back by each other's formidable power.

However, this time, Xu Ye staggered backward more than ten steps before barely steadying himself, with traces of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale as ash.

Meanwhile, Zhao Letian only retreated three steps, his face calm and composed as if he hadn't made a move at all.

The stronger and the weaker were clear at a glance.

Seeing this outcome, everyone revealed a shocked expression.

They had not expected that, in just a mere three months, Zhao Letian's strength could surpass Xu Ye; moreover, it seemed that Zhao Letian had won quite effortlessly, as if he hadn't used all his strength.

Especially Xu Ye, who, despite the urgency to wipe away the blood from his mouth, stared at Zhao Letian with anger and shock, his eyes flickering with cold murderous intent.

For Zhao Letian to defeat him with a single punch in front of so many geniuses was a considerable humiliation he had never experienced before. Without killing Zhao Letian, his heart could not be at peace.

"So this is how you overpower me? Trash!"

Zhao Letian said coldly, without a hint of fear.