Chapter Twelve: The Crown Prince’s Challenge

“Boca, come out here!” The Crown Prince Mao strode into the classroom where the Legendary Group had gathered, his face utterly expressionless as he shouted.

“It’s the Crown Prince,” Boca said, his mask removed to reveal an extraordinary, almost bewitching handsomeness. He offered a faint smile that could move hearts.

Yet today, the Crown Prince Mao was unmoved by that beautiful face. Her tone was cold as ice. “I challenge you.”

Boca wasn’t surprised in the least. “You’re challenging me for that useless wretch.”

“I challenge you!” the Crown Prince Mao roared.

A flash of fire streaked across the room, and a boy with a mane of blazing hair appeared before the Crown Prince. He was Mao Xuanzi, the Crown Prince’s younger brother, sharing the same fire-haired bloodline and a member of the Legendary Group as well.

“Sis, you’re not his match!” Mao Xuanzi said with concern.

“I challenge you!” The Crown Prince’s determination was unshaken.

Fang Zhe stepped forward, trying to reason with her. “Crown Prince, think this through. With your current abilities, you’re not Boca’s opponent.”

“I challenge you!” At that moment, nothing else mattered to her.

“Very well, I accept your challenge.” Boca glanced at Mao Xuanzi and agreed.

The Crown Prince Mao spun elegantly on her heel and left the classroom where the Legendary Group had gathered.

Mao Xuanzi shot Boca a cold glare, then turned to follow after his sister.

As the Crown Prince, Fang Zhe, and Mao Xuanzi departed, Boca collapsed into his seat, muttering, “Mao Xuanzi…”

“Sis!” Mao Xuanzi hurried after her.

“Crown Prince!” Fang Zhe followed close behind.

The Crown Prince Mao suddenly halted, speaking with gravity, “Say no more. As long as I draw breath, I will avenge Tian Yue!”

“Sis!”

“Crown Prince!”

Mao Xuanzi and Fang Zhe watched her departing figure, understanding in their hearts that this time, she was resolute—nothing could sway her.

Dusk fell. Anxious to the point of despair, Han Tianyue rushed out of the grave, calling out desperately, “Crown Prince!”

“Don’t go out!” The burly ghost and the gaunt ghost tried to stop Han Tianyue, but failed. She broke free of the tomb and stood on open ground.

A tremendous roar echoed across the graveyard—the Soul-Devouring Beast had caught Han Tianyue’s scent as evening fell.

“Get back here!” The burly ghost grabbed for Han Tianyue, intending to drag her back to the grave, but instead, she pulled him out.

“We’re doomed, doomed! The boss and the little brother have both been scented by the Soul-Devouring Beast!” The gaunt ghost was so terrified he nearly lost control of his bladder. In his panic, he tumbled out of the grave as well.

“It’s over, we’re dead for sure this time!” The gaunt ghost collapsed on the ground, motionless.

“Get up this instant!” the burly ghost bellowed.

Only then did the gaunt ghost regain his composure and stand behind the burly ghost, just as a formidable soul force barreled toward Han Tianyue.

The fire that had driven Han Tianyue now extinguished, she felt that overwhelming power and her heart trembled. “If I survive this, Crown Prince, I’ll come find you!”

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