Chapter 1367: Chapter 1367: Fake, It’s All Fake

The Dragonlance pointed forward, unleashing a torrent of piercing intent that seemed to tear through the heavens and the earth. The terrifying aura felt even stronger than “her” peak moments before.

“Die!” Lan Xuanyu’s Dragonlance slowly lifted, the ominous energy entwined with seven-colored radiance surging wildly and rampaging.

In the main viewing platform, the Dawn Dragon Knight Zhong Zhichang stepped across and blocked the Eight-Armed Demon God King. In an instant, his terrifying divine consciousness sealed off all space around the Demon King.

The abrupt reversal silenced the entire arena. This battle was truly pulse-pounding. The most frightening part was that the moment anyone thought they had seen the end, the conclusion flipped instantly—again and again, endlessly.

Faced with the supreme and horrifying intent of the lance, the Eight-Armed Demon Crown Prince, who had so far remained composed, could no longer maintain his pride and dignity. He was set to inherit the throne of the Eight-Armed Demon Clan in the future—how could he risk dying here on the battlefield?

With the thought of how many of his clansmen had already been slain by the opponent, he would never believe that the Golden Dragon Princess would show him any mercy. The Crown Prince’s wings beat furiously, and his body shot downward like an arrow, fleeing the platform at high speed.

“I surrender!” The voice of the Demon Crown Prince reverberated throughout the arena.

Lan Xuanyu’s Dragonlance paused, surprisingly choosing not to stop his retreat or deny his surrender. Slowly, the Dragonlance lowered, and she stood there, as steadfast as a mountain rooted deeply in the earth.

“Golden Dragon Princess, Golden Dragon Princess, Golden Dragon Princess—” Sky Horse Plaza erupted in cheers, as people from all races yelled out one unanimous name.

In this moment, they even forgot about the looming threat posed by the Eight-Armed Demon Clan, as if not shouting her name would be failing their heart’s wild exhilaration.

The chants of “Golden Dragon Princess” seemed determined to resound across the entire Sky Horse Planet. Nothing could curtail the excitement consuming the entire planet at this moment.

Even in other cities on Sky Horse Planet, citizens watching the broadcast shouted the same name at their screens with fervent passion.

At this point, she was no longer merely a hero—she had instantly ascended to become a beacon, an idol for all people.

With her own strength alone, she had defeated the third strongest race of the Dragon Horse Star System, standing unwavering against and overcoming the brutal onslaught of opponent after opponent in nearly a dozen rounds of battle. This was an indomitable power. This was the pride of the Dragon Clan, the mightiest race in the Dragon Horse Star System!

Not only had Sky Horse Planet erupted into an uproar; even on Sky Dragon Planet, spectators who had watched the day’s Future New Talent Competition were filled with uncontrollable excitement. In their hearts, the Golden Dragon Princess was the very emblem of Sky Dragon Planet.

Without resorting to the use of the Life-Nurturing Crystal Stone, she relied purely on her overwhelming strength to defeat her opponents, returning to the center of the arena time and again. She truly deserved the honor of being the pride of the Dragon Clan—the pride of all of Sky Dragon Planet!

In the main platform, the Dawn Dragon Knight Zhong Zhichang stepped aside from the front of the Eight-Armed Demon King and, with a smiling face, returned to his seat.

“Fool, that fool.” The Eight-Armed Demon King roared in fury, though his anger was not directed at the Dawn Dragon Knight Zhong Zhichang.

The Holy Light Dragon Knight Huang Liangwei chuckled softly, saying, “Strength alone is not everything. Demon King, there is no need for anger; this experience is an important lesson for your son on his path to growth. What meets the eye is not necessarily the truth.”

The Sky Horse Sect Leader remained seated in the central position, silently watching, though his expression was no less colorful.

The powerhouses in the main viewing platform were all at least Rank 11 True God level experts. Many were even Super God-Level entities.

Therefore, what they saw was entirely different from what the crowd and general audience perceived.

While Lan Xuanyu appeared to have regained her full strength again and stood before the Eight-Armed Demon Crown Prince on Arena 1 once more, what they were witnessing was nothing but an illusion. Yes, false. None of it was real—neither the Golden Dragon Princess, the intimidating aura, nor the presence. Everything was a stunning work of simulation created by illusion.

Even Bai Xiuxiu, transformed into a Dragonlance, was nothing but illusion. All of it stemmed from the power of a carefully maintained illusion.

And yet, from the perspective of this illusion, the Eight-Armed Demon Crown Prince retreated step by step, finally fleeing in disgrace. Such a sight only made the expressions of the powerhouses all the more peculiar.

The battle today… truly, it was too marvelous!

Meanwhile, the real Golden Dragon Princess was already lying motionless on the ground, unconscious. She might no longer be in danger of dying, but she was in no condition to fight. Bai Xiuxiu remained steadfast by her side, attending to her needs.

The illusion continued, masking them both from view.

Zhong Zhichang glanced toward the Sky Horse Sect Leader beside him. The Sky Horse Sect Leader met his gaze with a meaningful look, nodding slightly before stating calmly, “Today, the Future New Talent Challenge is concluded. Arena One, match over. Tomorrow, the contest will resume.”

As the words fell, the Holy Light Dragon Knight Huang Liangwei had already stood, a flash of radiance propelling him to the arena stage. In the next instant, light shimmered once more, and Lan and Bai Xiuxiu vanished alongside the Dragon Knight.

On the platform, the Eight-Armed Demon King sat with a pale face despite his deep scheming nature. Rage visibly trembled through his being.

A little bit, just a little bit more!

The Eight-Armed Demon Clan’s greatest strength was their unparalleled battle spirit—a strength that knew no retreat, no defeat. But his most valued son, the one gifted with the most talent and intelligence, had lost in spite of it. Clearly, he had been intimidated into retreat, an unforgivable mistake! If only he had observed more carefully or made a probing attack—he would have instantly recognized that the opposite side was far from real.

All the plans had been executed flawlessly; so many lives of clansmen had been sacrificed to create this chance for a turnaround victory. And yet, at the critical moment, it was all for nothing, a failure in the final step—a true defeat.

Having lost so many clansmen and spending an immeasurable amount of Life-Nurturing Crystals, the result was still nothing but empty-handed loss. It was truly…

Furious, the Eight-Armed Demon King stood, unable to bear staying another moment to watch the remaining battles continue in the arena. He strode away angrily, convinced it was time for a “serious discussion” with his son.

Below the platform, Li Menglong was still somewhat in a daze, unable to fathom how Lan regained her strength at the last moment and returned to her peak state. It was inexplicable, defying all rational norms. There had to be some reasoning behind it, right?

At that moment, a voice transmission reached his ears, prompting an expression of sudden comprehension and relief. His face now glowed with gratitude and fortunate realization.

Ah, so that was it. Now it all made sense! Who would have thought, Lan actually still had such a hidden ace.

Yet, considering the severe injuries “she” sustained today, could “she” still persevere in tomorrow’s match?

Illusions—she indeed possessed the ability to command illusions so potent they could frighten the Eight-Armed Demon Crown Prince into retreat. Truly remarkable…

Li Menglong’s eyes lit up instantly, his admiration for the Golden Dragon Princess Lan rising higher than ever. To him now, Lan seemed to embody courage and cunning in equal measure—a woman worthy of admiration. Such a figure could only be compatible with him, someone ready to ascend to the peak alongside her.

Clenching his fists privately, he resolved himself—not matter how much it would cost—he must make her his own. This chance was something he could never afford to miss.

Lights flickered, and within a life-imbued clearing of Sky Horse Manor, three figures materialized.

The Holy Light Dragon Knight Huang Liangwei frowned deeply, gazing solemnly at the figure collapsed on the ground. This very presence alone, upon arrival, caused the surrounding vegetation to rapidly wither and crumble.

Bai Xiuxiu stood nearby, her delicate face pale with worry as her eyes betrayed a clear anxiety. “Holy Light Lord, my sister, she…”

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