Han Yang heard Yun Ming's implication—he intended to strike the Royal Capital directly! His expression turned slightly hesitant as he offered a reminder.
"Lord, Blood Nether City is not only home to the strongest in the Blood Nether Kingdom, Prince Xie, a Rank 92 Title Douluo, and several Rank 80 powerhouses, but it is also guarded by an eight-hundred-man unit of Heaven's Chosen, all of whom are Rank 30 or higher. Since there are only two of us, shouldn't we prepare first?"
Yun Ming said calmly.
"No need. Such strength can be suppressed with a wave of my hand."
"You only need to point the way for me, then prepare to mobilize your Han Family's forces to assist me in taking control of the Blood Nether Kingdom. Leave everything else to me!"
Seeing that Yun Ming had already made up his mind, Han Yang naturally had no other choice but to obey.
"Yes, Lord."
Yun Ming flicked his hand, and Han Yang, whose legs had gone weak, was enveloped by spatial energy and lifted into the air. After Han Yang indicated the general direction, the two were wrapped in a brilliant golden light, soaring into the sky and charging straight toward Blood Nether City.
Rumble—
The citizens of Cang Hai City looked up at the sound of the sonic boom in the sky, watching a golden meteor streak across the firmament and vanish into the skyline. Thinking it was a real falling star, they hurriedly began to pray for blessings. Although Han Yang could not hear the noise due to the protection of the spatial energy, he was shocked by their flight speed as he watched the land and mountains below receding rapidly.
Is this the flight speed of a Title Douluo? It's too fast! Wait, what is that pair of metal wings on the Lord's back? Isn't his Martial Soul a spear?
Han Yang did not quite understand the flying Soul Tool Yun Ming was using, but he knew it must be powerful. However, Yun Ming, the owner of the Soul Tool, did not share this sentiment; he was currently thinking that the long-distance positioning of his Teleportation Technique still needed optimization. If he could move exactly as he wished, he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of flying.
Over an hour later, a deafening roar echoed across the sky above Blood Nether City.
The soldiers on the city walls looked up and discovered a golden meteor approaching rapidly. The captain of the guard was a Rank 50 Soul Master; he could sense the powerful soul power contained within the golden light, so he dared not act recklessly and could only shout a warning.
"Flight is prohibited within Blood Nether City! I ask that you, senior, please enter the city on foot!"
However, Yun Ming's only response from within the golden light was a burst of pressure descending from the heavens. Instantly, the soldiers guarding the city gates were forced to their knees, unable to rise.
With such a turn of events, the captain's expression changed drastically. Given the commotion, he knew a powerful enemy was attacking the city, but it was too late to sound the alarm; Yun Ming had already vaulted over the city wall and was heading toward the Royal Palace in the north.
Seeing that they had entered the city, Yun Ming gave an order to Han Yang.
"Do as I say later. As for the signal to act, you will see it when the time comes."
Han Yang: "Yes, Lord!"
After giving his instructions, Yun Ming flicked his hand, and Han Yang flew off toward the east of Blood Nether City, where the Han Family residence was located.
After sending Han Yang away, Yun Ming stopped restraining his power. His Title Douluo-level aura erupted, and the entire city's population fell into a state of immense panic under the weight of this overwhelming presence.
At the same time, a golden pillar of light shot into the sky from within the northern Royal Palace.
"Audacious! Who dares to act so recklessly in my Royal Capital!"
Equality King Xie Xiong, who had been in secluded cultivation, sensed the unrestrained aura blooming from Yun Ming. His eyes snapped open, and he roared in fury. Looking into the secret chamber, he was already gone.
Having found his target, Yun Ming adjusted his flight trajectory, accelerated to his maximum speed, and raced toward the pillar of light. Within minutes, Yun Ming had crossed most of the Royal Capital and stood poised above the Royal Palace.
"Are you Equality King Xie Xiong?"
As the golden light dissipated, Yun Ming looked at the middle-aged man standing in the air opposite him. The man wore a Golden Python Robe, had a square face, and possessed the imposing air of a golden-haired powerhouse.
Yun Ming saw the man's figure, and the man naturally saw him clearly as well. Xie Xiong was stunned to see that the mysterious powerhouse who had suddenly appeared was just a young man, but his attention was quickly diverted by the fact that Yun Ming's aura was even stronger than his own.
He sensed carefully, but the result remained the same: Yun Ming's aura was truly stronger than his. This sent shockwaves through Xie Xiong's heart. How could such a young man achieve this?! He was deeply confused; the other party's presence also felt like that of a young man, not some old monster pretending to be young. But with the facts before his eyes, he could only accept it for now and try to uncover the other's background.
Xie Xiong said expressionlessly.
"I am indeed Xie Xiong. May I ask who you are, young friend? And what is your purpose in being so ostentatious in my Blood Nether City?"
Yun Ming did not answer Xie Xiong's question directly. He glanced at the five Soul Douluo approaching rapidly behind Xie Xiong and said calmly.
"I will tell you who I am later. As for my purpose, that is not for you to decide."
After replying to Xie Xiong, Yun Ming continued, addressing the Ghost Leopard Soul Douluo who had arrived the fastest behind him.
"Go, bring your King to see me. I have matters to discuss with him!"
The Ghost Leopard Soul Douluo had only just arrived when he heard Yun Ming ordering him around, and his expression froze. The person opposite him was strong—stronger than the number one powerhouse of their kingdom standing before him. He could feel that, but should he listen to the stranger and go fetch the King? He couldn't make the decision, so he deferred to Xie Xiong.
"Prince?"
Xie Xiong's expression turned ugly. Yun Ming hadn't answered a single one of his questions, and now the man was bypassing him to command his subordinates—this was a complete lack of respect! The word "Equality" in his princely title implied equality with the King himself. Yun Ming's Soul Power Level was only one rank higher than his; could he really tolerate this attitude?!
Xie Xiong's voice turned cold.
"Young friend, answer my question! Otherwise, you will not be seeing the King."
Since his superior had spoken, the Ghost Leopard Soul Douluo naturally had to obey.
Yun Ming looked at Xie Xiong, who was putting on airs, and said faintly.
"What if I say no?"
Upon hearing this, golden light surged from Xie Xiong's body, and a massive phantom of a lion-tiger appeared above his head, topped with the character for "King."
Roar—
The lion-tiger roared at the sky, and a gale whipped up. He looked at Yun Ming, his eyes flashing.
"If that is the case, then I can only invite you, young friend, to return to wherever you came from!"
Watching the phantom above Xie Xiong's head, Yun Ming recognized his Martial Soul. A Light Lion-Tiger, eh? Not bad. But to be arrogant toward him because of this? It was truly ignorant.
"I originally intended to communicate peacefully first and only resort to force if necessary, but since you've jumped out looking for a beating, I suppose I'll just swap the order."
"I just hope your strength is as tough as your temper."
Watching Yun Ming say such arrogant words with a smile, Xie Xiong flew into a rage. With things having reached this point, there was no need for further nonsense. He let out an angry roar.
"You arrogant brat, today I will make you pay the price for your wild talk."
"Lion-Tiger Avatar—"
Golden light bloomed across the sky, and endless power of light condensed above the Royal Palace, pouring into Xie Xiong's body. His muscles suddenly expanded, his stature grew by a yard, and his golden hair instantly lengthened. A "King" character pattern emerged on his forehead, his hands doubled in size, and golden fur covered his palms. His pupils transformed into a pure, golden color devoid of any impurities. Nine Soul Rings—two yellow, three purple, and four black—a non-perfect configuration, appeared one by one.
Seeing his Soul Ring configuration, Yun Ming felt even more disappointed. Fine, he didn't even have a standard Soul Ring combination; he was definitely even less durable than expected.
Bang—
With his Martial Soul Avatar complete, Xie Xiong immediately attacked. He stepped onto the tangible power of light beneath his feet, and his massive body shot toward Yun Ming like a cannonball. At the same time, his sixth black Soul Ring lit up. On his right fist, countless streams of light gathered rapidly, forming a giant lion-tiger head. As he closed in on Yun Ming, he threw a punch.
Lion-Tiger Heavenly King Fist!
He started with his Sixth Soul Skill; although Xie Xiong had a sharp tongue, he still showed respect with his opening move.
Once the punch was thrown, the force was like the lion-tiger, which combined the strengths of the two kings of beasts. It was boundless and domineering, possessing not only peerless power but also a kingly pressure that made one unable to resist the urge to submit.
With just one glance, Yun Ming understood the intensity of Xie Xiong's power. It was quite average, far inferior to Yu Yuanzhen. Therefore, he abandoned the idea of using a spear and raised his right fist as well. A circle of clear, translucent golden light lit up, just in time for him to reacquaint himself with his long-lost, formidable power.
As the fist seal rose, the wind and clouds shifted. Yun Ming's aura climbed rapidly, and an atmosphere of supreme majesty—as if a monarch had arrived and the world must submit—emerged. Xie Xiong felt that as he looked at Yun Ming, he, the possessor of the Lion-Tiger Martial Soul, seemed like a fake king.
This feeling of being overwhelmed in terms of spirit made Xie Xiong very uncomfortable, especially since Yun Ming hadn't even used his Martial Soul yet, which made it even worse. The golden light on his right hand surged, and his punch grew three points stronger. He roared.
"Die for me!"
Heart and intent merged, intent and energy merged, energy and power merged; Yun Ming poured all these mysteries into this single punch. Before Xie Xiong's force could reach him, Yun Ming rotated his right foot slightly, pushed off the air, and delivered a straight punch with his palm facing downward.
Absolute Dominance, Serious Punch!
Boom—
Rumble—
Two fists of different proportions, yet both carrying dazzling golden light, collided violently in the air, producing a heaven-shaking roar. A terrifying shockwave of force centered on the two of them and vented outward. Wherever the impact passed, the clouds dissipated, buildings collapsed, and the very ground of the Royal Palace trembled.
The group led by the Ghost Leopard Soul Douluo dared not take the hit head-on and hurriedly dodged to a distance of a thousand meters.
The last Soul Douluo to arrive looked at the shockwaves in the sky that were destroying everything in the vicinity, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.
"Where did this powerhouse pop out from? He didn't even use his Martial Soul, yet he could resist the Prince's black-ring skill with just his fist. This is too exaggerated!"
He was a Power Attack System Soul Master himself and had been fortunate enough to receive guidance from Xie Xiong. When he was an eighth-ring second-stage master, he had taken this punch from Xie Xiong and nearly lost his sense of self. Now, seeing Yun Ming go toe-to-toe with Xie Xiong without using a Martial Soul or Soul Rings, he was stunned.
The others didn't speak, but their expressions mirrored the shock in their hearts. Yet, something even more shocking happened soon after.
The giant lion-tiger formed by Xie Xiong's fist force only held out for two breaths before being blasted apart by Yun Ming's fist, and Xie Xiong himself began bleeding from his seven orifices.
Seeing that his opponent struggled even against his Serious Punch, Yun Ming had no interest in continuing. Golden light flashed on his left fist, and he smashed it into the opponent's chest.
Absolute Dominance, Serious Punch, Double Strike!
Boom—
Xie Xiong was still dazed and unable to organize any defense. His chest took the full force of Yun Ming's punch, and he was hammered from the sky into the ground, creating a deep crater over a hundred meters in diameter. No movement came from within the pit. Yun Ming had knocked him out with two moves of Absolute Dominance.
Seeing that their Blood Nether Kingdom's pillar of strength and greatest combatant had been hammered into the dirt in just two moves, the five Soul Douluos felt the world had gone mad. It wasn't until a minute later that one of them regained his senses.
"Prince!"
"Hurry, save him!!"
The Ghost Leopard Soul Douluo was the first to react and hurriedly called out to his companions. Equality King Xie Xiong was the most important guardian deity for their Blood Nether Kingdom's survival in these chaotic times; they could not watch him die before their eyes. After speaking, he activated his Seventh Soul Skill, transforming into a giant black ghost leopard, and charged at Yun Ming.
The other four Soul Douluos, hearing their companion's call, summoned their Martial Souls and activated their Spirit Avatar. Some wielded heavy swords, some transformed into giant bears, and two others had long bows as their Martial Souls. They unleashed their seventh and eighth Soul Skills simultaneously, launching an attack at Yun Ming.
Yun Ming didn't even glance at their attacks. A circle of black Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet, lit up, and two white runes appeared in his eyes. As the runes flickered, a hazy white light quickly enveloped the group.
Sky Support Mark, Space Prohibition!
Wherever the white light passed, whether it was the leopard, sword, or bear users trying to fight in close quarters, or the two archers and their unshot arrows, everything was frozen in place as if time had been paused.
'What's going on? Why can't I move!' x5
The same situation, the same inner voice. They wanted to move, but their bodies felt as if they had been welded by steel and concrete; they couldn't budge an inch.
At this moment, their fear of Yun Ming reached its peak. Who wouldn't be afraid of such unfathomable power!
Yun Ming flipped his hand and slapped the Ghost Leopard Soul Douluo away, simultaneously releasing his restraint.
"Bring your King here within a quarter of an hour, or they will be executed on the spot."
Having regained his ability to move, the Ghost Leopard Soul Douluo dared not utter another word. Without even deactivating his Spirit Avatar, he began racing through the Royal Palace to find the King.
On the other side, at the Han Family residence.
Han Yang met with his father and explained the reason and purpose for his return.
Father Han only thought it was wishful thinking. Through Han Yang's description, he believed in Yun Ming's strength, but he did not believe that Yun Ming could overthrow a kingdom single-handedly. He rebuked him angrily.
"You rebellious son, do you want our entire clan to be wiped out? How dare you get involved in such a suicidal affair!!"
Hearing his father's habitual denial, Han Yang did not back down this time, but said firmly.
"I believe in the Lord! And I will follow her to the end."
Father Han was so furious his neck crooked to the side, his finger pointing at Han Yang as he spoke.
"You rebellious son, are you trying to be the death of me?"
Han Yang replied with ironclad certainty.
"Wealth and honor are found in the midst of danger; this is what you taught me."
"If one desires the greatest wealth in the world, one must bear the risk of losing everything. If the Lord truly possesses the power to suppress a nation single-handedly, then our great cause is within reach. As the first faction to pledge our allegiance, the Han Family will surely soar to the clouds and reach a new peak for our lineage!"
Father Han was astonished by his son's transformation, as this was a side he had never shown him before. Even so, Father Han would not take action based on these words alone. Han Yang stared at his father and spoke up.
"Father, let's make a bet!"
"If the Lord truly defeats Prince Xie and the five First Elders, you must let the Han Family go crazy with me just this once! Conversely, I will return to Cang Hai City and stay there for the rest of my life!!"
Father Han was shocked by his son's wager; did he really believe in that person so much? After a moment of contemplation, he finally made his decision.
"Fine, I agree. But if you fail, you will also be expelled from the family. I will not allow the family to be tainted by even the slightest risk of being implicated because of you."
Han Yang accepted immediately.
"Deal!"
Father Han gave him a deep look and said.
"You are going to lose!"
Han Yang ignored him, simply waiting quietly for news from Yun Ming's side.
A few minutes later, an urgent message was delivered to the Han Residence.
"Prince Xie was hammered down from the sky with a single punch and is no longer moving; it is suspected he has been defeated!"
Father Han: "..."
Han Yang: "Han Family, mobilize! Assist the sovereign!!"
The sovereign he intended to assist was self-evident.
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