“Not only do we need to take it back, we should seize some of their territory as well. Let them taste the pain of losing land, let them truly suffer for once.” Another guy was equally excited, as if he himself possessed a level four Martial Embryo.

“Ethan Bennett, son of the Marquis Tiger Might, has inherited the ‘Pot Embryo’, a level two Martial Embryo, and has directly broken through to the first stage.” Grand Advisor announced once again.

“Marquis Tiger Might, you pride yourself as the King of Wine. Your son is quite impressive too, actually inheriting a ‘Wine Pot’ for you. As the saying goes, a dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, and a mouse’s son knows how to dig holes. This embryo is truly extraordinary.” A rough voice burst out in wild laughter, the powerful shockwave of his voice making the air itself shimmer.

This was the aura only an innate expert could possess. Naturally, it was ‘Lord Lincoln’ Samuel Grant, who never saw eye to eye with Marquis Tiger Might. Among the marquises of The Carter Kingdom, he ranked in the top five, a notch higher than Marquis Tiger Might.

“Hmph, what’s wrong with a wine pot? I was born a lover of wine. At least my son got a level two Martial Embryo. What about your William Grant, who’s just sixteen? Only a level one Martial Embryo. Is ‘two’ somehow worse than ‘one’?” Marquis Tiger Might was not to be outdone, retorting tit for tat.

“Marquis Tiger Might, do you dare face me in the arena?” Lord Lincoln, having been stung, was so furious his tiger-like body trembled, sounding the horn of battle.

“Boring. If I had that much free time, I’d rather go drink.” Marquis Tiger Might certainly wouldn’t fall for it—after all, he couldn’t beat Lord Lincoln.

Though these words were spoken on the surface, inwardly he was gnashing his teeth in hatred. Although Lord Lincoln wasn’t from the The Bennett Family royal line, his strength was formidable. Even King Bennett would show him some respect.

“Eighth Prince, it’s your turn.” At this moment, Grand AdvisorRyan Cooper lazily glanced at Evan Bennett and called out, his voice sounding almost feeble.

Evan Bennett straightened his attire and saw his mother had actually closed her eyes, knowing she was worried about another failure.

“I must obtain the inheritance.” Evan Bennett encouraged himself inwardly, activating a sliver of muscle strength in the way he had in his previous life, striding toward the Heavenly Altar.

“Lady Carter, open your eyes quickly. Who knows, maybe your son will obtain a level seven or eight Martial Embryo in one go? When that happens, golden light will shine across all eighteen counties of our The Bennett Kingdom. If you miss the spectacle, you’ll regret it!” At this moment, the voice of Madam of the West PalaceHelen Parker pierced the air, her mockery unmistakable.

“That’s right, that’s right, a level eight Martial Embryo—there are fewer than five in all of The Bennett Kingdom. The King is one of them. Like father, like son.” Lady Foster immediately chimed in, joining Madam of the West Palace in ridiculing Grace Carter.

Chapter 3: The Counterattack of the Useless Embryo

“Him? Dream on! Among all the royal descendants of The Bennett Kingdom, whose martial talent can surpass my son Benjamin Bennett?” At this moment, Madam of the East PalaceCatherine Smith was quite displeased and spoke up in public.

After all, Benjamin Bennett was the The Crown Prince, a prodigy renowned throughout the nation.

With the position of Queen of the Central Palace vacant, the remaining four palaces had long begun their rivalry.

The most favored was, of course, Madam of the East PalaceCatherine Smith. After all, Catherine Smith’s family was powerful—her brother was Lord GrahamJames Smith, ranked fourth among the eighteen marquises of The Bennett Kingdom.

But that wasn’t the key point. The real key was that her own son was outstanding, actually possessing a level six Sword Embryo. At just twenty years old, he was already a seventh-stage expert. Such martial talent was the kind that only appeared once in millions.

Catherine Smith was clearly showing off her strength, putting on a display to increase her weight in the eyes of the The King. Meanwhile, Evan Bennett had already placed both hands on the base of the Heavenly Altar.

Ten seconds passed—nothing happened.

Twenty seconds—still nothing.

A minute went by, and the Heavenly Altar remained unchanged.

Hahaha...

Seventh Prince led the laughter, and immediately, the crowd erupted in mockery, rolling like waves.

Grace Carter shrank back in pain, as if afraid of the cold, hiding behind a concubine. Her mood was surely a mess.

“The King, there’s no need to waste any more time. We can’t just stand here watching him play at touching stones. There are still many royal ministers and marquises’ sons and grandsons waiting for the Martial Embryo inheritance. The inheritance is time-limited—let’s not delay.” Catherine Smith said solemnly, exuding the air of a future queen.

“Sigh...” King Bennett sighed and half-closed his eyes, tacitly agreeing.

“Time’s up, Eighth Prince, you may step down.” Seeing King Bennett’s expression, Ryan Cooper the Grand Advisor immediately said sternly.

Just as Evan Bennett was feeling extremely agitated and frustrated, about to withdraw his hands, suddenly—boom! It was as if a heavy bomb had dropped, and the entire Heavenly Altar trembled.

At once, a sharp blue streak of light, trailing a dazzling glow for hundreds of miles, shot down from the distant sky like a giant comet.

Soon, the blue radiance struck the Heavenly Altar. Note, it struck—not simply landed. At this moment, the Heavenly Altar seemed to shiver as if it were cold, trembling nonstop. Everyone present felt uneasy, wondering if the altar might just collapse.