Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 608 A Broken Throne Dream

Inside the Crimson Thunder Palace, the atmosphere had already become incomparably oppressive.

Ever since the Third Prince began his offensive, attacks constantly erupted across the surrounding territories.

Although the Third Prince's forces never launched a full-scale assault directly against the Crimson Thunder Palace, everyone understood clearly what Yu Wenzhao was trying to do.

He was exhausting them slowly.

Like a predator cornering wounded prey.

BOOM!

Another explosion echoed outside one of the outer defensive regions.

Several Crimson Thunder Palace disciples hurried back while covered in blood.

"They retreated again!"

An elder's expression immediately darkened further.

Again!

Every single time, it was the same.

The Third Prince's forces would suddenly launch attacks from several directions, pressure them heavily, force them to mobilize experts…

Then immediately withdraw before a decisive clash could occur.

At first, many within the Crimson Thunder Palace were furious.

However, after several days passed, that fury gradually transformed into exhaustion and helplessness.

Because everyone knew the truth.

Yu Wenzhao was intentionally dragging things out.

And unfortunately, it was working perfectly.

The Crimson Thunder Palace had already suffered enormous losses after the Bai Clan battle.

Many elders were still injured.

Countless disciples remained mentally shaken.

Resources had also been depleted tremendously.

Under such circumstances, constantly remaining on high alert while facing endless harassment only worsened their condition further.

Yet despite understanding everything clearly, there was nothing they could do.

Attack the Third Prince directly?

That would simply mean walking straight into a trap.

Yu Wenzhao was obviously waiting for exactly that.

But if they remained inside the sect and continued defending passively, then their eventual defeat was inevitable.

A heavy silence filled the main hall.

Many elders clenched their fists unwillingly.

Their expressions looked incomparably ugly.

Everyone understood the current situation clearly.

There was no longer any way to turn things around.

However, no one dared say those words aloud because Yu Longxuan was still present.

The Seventh Prince sat quietly at the highest seat within the hall.

Compared to before, his entire aura had changed drastically.

The arrogance and confidence he once possessed had almost completely disappeared.

What remained now was exhaustion and bitterness.

For a long time, Yu Longxuan remained completely silent.

The hall was so quiet that even breathing could be heard clearly.

Finally—

Sigh!

A deep sigh slowly escaped his mouth.

Then Yu Longxuan slowly raised his head.

His voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

"Let's just surrender!"

The moment those words fell, the entire hall instantly erupted into chaos.

"Prince!"

Several elders immediately stood up in shock.

Even the Crimson Thunder Palace disciples widened their eyes in disbelief.

Surrender?

Those words had never once existed within Yu Longxuan's vocabulary before.

This was the same Seventh Prince who refused to bow even when facing Bai Zihan and the Bai Clan's overwhelming suppression.

Even when the Crimson Thunder Palace was nearly destroyed…

Even when he himself had been forced to kneel publicly…

Yu Longxuan still never admitted defeat.

Yet now, he was personally telling them to surrender.

The Crimson Thunder Palace Sect Leader's expression changed repeatedly.

"Your Highness…"

His voice trembled slightly.

Yu Longxuan slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood something clearly.

He no longer possessed any chance at the throne.

None at all!

Originally, even after the Bai Clan incident, a small part of him still believed he could recover somehow.

After all, he still possessed the Crimson Thunder Palace.

He still possessed supporters.

He still possessed influence.

But now?

Reality had crushed those final illusions completely.

The Third Prince was devouring his remaining forces rapidly.

And most importantly, the Crimson Thunder Palace itself was already broken.

Even if they survived this crisis somehow, they no longer possessed the qualifications to compete against the remaining princes and princesses within the throne war.

Yu Longxuan slowly clenched his fists tightly.

Blood dripped faintly from his palms.

Humiliation!

Unwillingness!

Hatred!

All of it churned violently within his heart.

Yet in the end, it all transformed into helplessness.

Surrendering was their only option.

At least, the Crimson Thunder Palace wouldn't be affected too much.

If they surrendered, Yu Wenzhao would not destroy the Crimson Thunder Palace.

He still needed the Crimson Thunder Palace.

For the remaining throne war, he required every bit of strength he could gather. So, if the Crimson Thunder Palace surrendered, he would merely force them to join his side.

Otherwise, if things were pushed to the extreme, the Crimson Thunder Palace could still resist desperately and inflict heavy losses upon him.

The Crimson Thunder Palace might have been crippled heavily, but it still possessed thousands of years of foundation.

There was simply no reason for him to destroy the Crimson Thunder Palace completely.

However, Yu Longxuan's expression gradually became colder.

It was a different story for himself though.

A faint self-mocking smile appeared on his face.

As long as he remained alive, he would always remain a potential threat.

Even if he had already lost the fight for the throne, no ruler would willingly leave behind a prince who could still claim the throne.

So, his fate would either be death or something worse.

The Crimson Thunder Palace Sect Leader's expression became extremely complicated.

He naturally understood that surrendering truly was the best outcome for the sect.

Otherwise, continuing this battle would only lead to destruction sooner or later.

But for Yu Longxuan, this decision was undoubtedly cruel.

After all, the moment the Crimson Thunder Palace surrendered, it would essentially abandon the Seventh Prince completely.

The Sect Leader hesitated briefly before asking solemnly,

"Your Highness… are you certain?"

Yu Longxuan remained silent for several moments.

Then he slowly nodded.

"I am!"

His voice carried exhaustion, but also resolution.

"There is no other choice left."

The Sect Leader closed his eyes briefly.

Then after a long silence, he finally sighed deeply.

"…Very well."

The moment those words fell, many elders revealed complicated expressions.

Some felt relief.

Others felt guilt.

But no one objected.

The Crimson Thunder Palace could still survive, but only if they surrendered now.

The Sect Leader slowly turned his head toward one of the Grand Elders standing nearby.

The Sect Leader cupped his hands solemnly.

"Grand Elder, I ask you to personally escort His Highness away from the Empire."

The Immortal Ascension Grand Elder fell silent briefly before nodding heavily.

"I understand!"

Yu Longxuan quietly watched everything unfold.

His expression became increasingly bitter.

Once upon a time, countless experts willingly gathered beneath his banner.

He believed himself destined to ascend the throne.

Yet now, he had reached the point where he needed to flee like a defeated dog.

The contrast was almost laughable.

But deep within his heart, another figure unconsciously appeared once more.

Bai Zihan!

Yu Longxuan slowly lowered his head.

If not for that battle…

If not for provoking the Bai Clan…

Would things really have ended like this?

Well, who knows?

The Grand Elder slowly stepped forward.

His aged face looked solemn as he cupped his hands toward Yu Longxuan.

"Your Highness…"

His deep voice echoed softly within the hall.

"We should leave now."

Yu Longxuan remained silent briefly.

Then he slowly nodded.

"…Alright!"

There was no hesitation anymore.

No anger.

No struggle.

Yu Longxuan slowly swept his gaze across the familiar hall one final time.

This place once gathered countless ambitious experts beneath him.

Everyone believed he possessed a real chance to ascend the throne.

But now?

Everything had crumbled completely.

Then without another word, Yu Longxuan turned and walked away.

The Grand Elder followed closely behind him.

Soon, both figures gradually disappeared into the deeper regions of the Crimson Thunder Palace.

Watching their departure, the Sect Leader slowly closed his eyes.

A heavy sigh escaped his mouth.

Then his expression gradually became firm once more.

Now that the Seventh Prince had left, it was time for the Crimson Thunder Palace to survive.

The Sect Leader immediately began issuing orders.

"All disciples are to stand down. No one is allowed to provoke the Third Prince's forces."

Numerous elders quickly nodded.

However, they still did not surrender immediately.

They needed to give Yu Longxuan enough time to escape far away.

If they surrendered right now, the Third Prince might immediately send people to search for him.

Catching him now would be easy.

But if an hour passed first, then tracking him down would become nearly impossible unless someone knew his destination beforehand.

Thus, another hour passed quietly.

Outside the Crimson Thunder Palace, the Third Prince's forces launched another round of attacks as usual.

Several experts descended from the skies while pressuring the outer defensive formations continuously.

BOOM!

A massive explosion shook the mountains.

The Third Prince's cultivators immediately prepared themselves for another prolonged confrontation.

However, this time, something was different.

The defensive formations of the Crimson Thunder Palace slowly weakened.

Then gradually dispersed completely.

Countless gazes immediately sharpened.

Soon afterward, numerous figures flew out from within the Crimson Thunder Palace.

At the front stood the Crimson Thunder Palace Sect Leader alongside several elders.

Seeing this scene, many of the Third Prince's forces immediately became vigilant.

Their expressions turned cold.

They thought the Crimson Thunder Palace had finally decided to launch a desperate counterattack.

Several Great Ascension experts even began circulating their Qi fully.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, The Crimson Thunder Palace Sect Leader suddenly stopped in midair.

Then before countless stunned gazes…

He slowly cupped his hands and bowed deeply toward the Third Prince's army.

"The Crimson Thunder Palace…"

His voice echoed clearly across the battlefield.

"…Surrenders!"