Chapter 210
“Show off, really show off!”
But right now, he had the capital to show off!
With the will of an entire small world backing him, he was practically a god in the Underworld Abyss.
Any beings before him, regardless of their realm, would have their strength suppressed.
Invincible, absolutely invincible!
At this moment, Mingye was no longer the defeated figure from before; instead, he radiated an aura of arrogance and dominance, ready to crush everything in sight.
Because this was his stage, and he had absolute control.
What was an Immortal Sovereign? Even a being at the level of an Immortal King would have to bow down when confronting him in the Underworld Abyss!
This was a suppression stemming from the world’s will!
Even as a small world, it was incredibly formidable.
Moreover, Mingye knew that while the Kunlun Realm was in a phase of resurgence, the laws of heaven and earth could only allow activities up to the level of Profound Immortal; the higher the realm, the worse the suppression.
So as long as he stayed in the Underworld Abyss, he had nothing to fear!
King Dāngyōu was taken aback at first, then overjoyed, “Congratulations, Divine Envoy, for becoming the master of the Underworld Abyss! You are the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao here!”
People really make you want to tear your hair out.
After sitting in the Underworld for so many years, ruling over hundreds of tribes and holding a noble position, he was still not recognized by the will of the Underworld, and now a strong one with the bloodline of the Underworld clan comes along and gets chosen.
Indeed, the Underworld always favored the Underworld clan!
The other tribes were just there to be the Underworld clan’s lackeys!
King Dāngyōu felt bitter inside, yet he had no choice; in this critical moment, the stronger Mingye was, the more he could survive.
As the saying goes, “One prospers, all prosper; one suffers, all suffer.”
“Impressive, impressive! So everything earlier was part of the Divine Envoy’s plan to gain the recognition of the Underworld’s will. Divine Envoy is truly the one destined by heaven. I imagine the Underworld clan will have to rely on you in the future!”
Wan Changwei’s mind clicked, and he excitedly clasped his hands together.
With high EQ, he seamlessly twisted Mingye’s earlier negativity into a calculated strategy, preserving his face while erasing his dark history and reshaping him into a brilliant figure with outstanding acting skills who could foresee all!
So high, truly high!
Upon hearing this,
Mingye froze, looking at Wan Changwei’s fawning face, his gaze revealing a hint of appreciation as he nodded and said calmly, “Indeed, that’s how it is.”
In Mingye’s heart, Wan Changwei’s status in the future Eastern Domain had already risen to one just beneath him.
Wan Changwei was overjoyed, puffing out his chest in self-satisfaction.
This is the benefit of high emotional intelligence!
King Dāngyōu was dumbstruck; this human was too damn cunning!
He secretly resolved that once this storm passed, he would definitely buy a book on “Emotional Intelligence” and study it carefully.
Meanwhile,
Seeing this scene, the other cultivators felt their scalps tingle.
Who understands this feeling of highs and lows?!
All the advantages established earlier had turned into nothing; the Underworld was not a simple place. Even trying to retreat was impossible now.
With a condescending glance sweeping over the other cultivators, Mingye couldn’t help but smirk as he stepped forward,
“Ants, why don’t you kneel down?!!”
His voice left no room for doubt, rolling through like a heavenly decree, shaking the entire Underworld Abyss.
“Uh,”
Xue Wuhen felt the overwhelming pressure and was forced to fall from the sky, half-kneeling with his sword propped up on the ground, his eyes bloodshot and gritting his teeth.
He simply couldn’t resist, as though facing a natural enemy.
Crash!
Countless cultivators suffered the same fate, being forced to kneel, struggling against the crushing weight of the world’s will.
“Damn it, what kind of terrible luck is this?!” Li Wujie knelt on one knee with his sword stuck in the ground, his facial muscles twitching and drenched in cold sweat.
“That guy right now is like the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao in this small world. Here, he’s invincible; if he says kneel, we have to kneel!” Hong Qianye exclaimed in both shock and anger, gritting her teeth.
“Is that so? Then why is Senior Ye standing?” Zhao Ling’er stared wide-eyed at the tall figure in the sky.
“How is that possible?!” Hong Qianye suddenly looked up and saw Ye Junlin standing there immovably, her pupils contracting in shock.
At this moment,
When Mingye saw the Eastern Domain cultivators kneeling in unison, he felt incredibly pleased with himself until he noticed that Ye Junlin remained unmoved; his smug expression froze instantly.
Why was he still standing?
Shouldn’t he be suppressed by me?
This made no sense!
Amidst countless bewildered gazes,
Ye Junlin stood tall, completely unaffected by the suppression applied upon him by the will of the Underworld.
Simply because, he had triggered a passive ability that made him stronger when facing a stronger opponent!
The harder you press me, the tougher I get; I’ve always been stronger than you.
That’s the fundamental reason why Ye Junlin remained so calm and collected!
Only two magical artifacts would be affected and lose their power, but Ye Junlin didn’t care, putting them away.
After all, he could still smack this fool around with his bare hands.
“You can’t! You can’t resist my suppression!”
“In this world, I am the sky!!”
Mingye roared in exasperation.
Boom—!!!
Heaven and earth shook violently, as if changing with Mingye’s will; his anger represented the wrath of the Underworld, the fury of this world!
“Is this supposed to break? Your Underworld clan is just pathetic.”
Ye Junlin shook his head, his tone dripping with disdain.
Feeling the merciless contempt, Mingye’s heart felt as if it had been stabbed; his dignity trampled underfoot, he was seething with rage, thrusting his hand forward to grasp at him fiercely.
“Die for me!!!”
A dark purple hand materialized, exuding a terrifying aura that could crush all, aiming to smack Ye Junlin dead.
Even beings at the Immortal King level would be slammed to the ground and wouldn’t get back up.
It wasn’t that Mingye was too strong, but rather this was his home turf.
Faced with this strike, Ye Junlin’s aura not only did not diminish; it surged even stronger as he tightened his fist and struck back fiercely, leaving an ancient, vast punch imprint that shattered the void.
Boom!!
The fists clashed violently, unleashing a surge of energy fluctuations.
Mingye widened his eyes, watching incredulously as the dark purple hand was shattered by a single punch, scattering into a shower of purple starlight, falling like rain.
What kind of joke is this?
Wasn’t I supposed to be invincible here?!
“Is that it?”
Ye Junlin sneered.
“Don’t get cocky; that was just a warm-up!”
“Now, it’s truly my real strength!
Mingye was completely enraged, almost losing his mind, charging in while various strange apparitions appeared behind him, his presence exuding unmatched authority.
Swish, swish, swish~
His fists rained down like a ferocious storm, enhanced by the will of the world; even an Immortal Emperor would be left dazed by this onslaught.
Boom!
Faced with such an assault and such pressure, Ye Junlin’s aura surged yet again.
Behind him, the Celestial Emperor’s Apparition materialized, and as he unleashed the Battle Saint Fist, a resplendent Immortal Wheel appeared behind him, ancient and profound.
Boom, boom, boom, boom! Ye Junlin wildly swung his fists, as if intending to pierce the heavens, his imposing aura sweeping all opponents away.
The two engaged in a fierce peak showdown that left one breathless.
“Is Senior Ye really… fighting against the will of this world?” Xue Wuhen’s scalp tingled, speaking with reverence.
How is this even possible?
Xue Wuhen couldn’t figure it out.
It wasn’t just him; many were thinking the same, deeply shocked by Ye Junlin’s ability to disregard the suppression of the Underworld’s will.
Mingye felt increasingly uneasy as he fought on; he was the man bearing the will of the world, how could he not subdue his opponent?
In fact, he found himself in a position of being suppressed!
Does this even make sense?
The most absurd part was that Mingye vaguely sensed that every time his aura grew stronger, the opponent’s would strengthen in response, fluctuating exactly with his own!
The harder he pushed, the more fierce the opponent rebounded!
Boom!
A burst of light exploded.
Mingye was propelled back, smoke rising from his body, blood trickling from his mouth, wounds covering his torso, and his skin showing signs of breaking.
He barely steadied himself, gazing at the young man about to launch another attack, his throat constricting as he couldn’t hold back anymore, managing to squeeze out a question through gritted teeth: “Wait, why do I always feel like your strength is superior in this world?”
Facing this inquiry,
All the cultivators perked up, holding their breaths to hear the fundamental reason, after all, this was the man who could ignore the will of the world and yet grow stronger with every fight!
At this moment, Ye Junlin shrugged casually, his tone nonchalant, as if stating an undeniable truth, “Didn’t you see? It’s because I grow stronger when facing the strong!”
