I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

"They really killed him!"

It wasn't until Zheng Xianfeng's body fell to the ground that the people of Xuanhuang City finally came to their senses.

Cui Xiuying and the other two Sovereign Realm experts were terrified and immediately hid in the City Lord's Mansion, where they activated a large formation and hundreds of armored soldiers stood ready.

Shen Ming landed above the city lord's mansion, eager to make his move.

The people inside were on high alert, their scalps tingling with fear.

“Young Master Ming, please calm down. Their crimes do not warrant death. The five prefecture lords agreed to stand together against outsiders,” Li Weiyang greeted him softly.

"Why didn't you join them in attacking just now?" Shen Ming asked.

Li Weiyang was thankful that she had a veil on her face, which concealed her embarrassment. How could she possibly answer this question?

She had been dissatisfied with Zheng Xianfeng for a long time, but most importantly, she admired Shen Ming.

These are things you must not say.

"Very well, let's end it here for today," Shen Ming said.

Inside the city lord's mansion, Cui Xiuying breathed a sigh of relief; they were truly afraid that Shen Ming wouldn't dare to give up.

The city lord's mansion is protected by a powerful formation, but now even a Supreme Realm expert can kill a Dominator Realm expert. Nothing is impossible in this world.

If Shen Ming were to destroy the City Lord's Mansion after revealing all his trump cards, it would trigger a massive, chaotic battle.

But it's unnecessary. First, there's no benefit to it, and second, Zheng Xianfeng is already dead.

"Xuanhuang City was jointly built by the five major domains of Xuanhuang Continent, and five prefecture lords were selected to manage it. Every once in a while, one of the grand prefecture lords takes turns on the role, right?" Shen Ming asked.

"Yes."

"What are you waiting for?"

Li Weiyang understood immediately and found a token on Zheng Xianfeng's body.

"Wait a minute! As fellow lords of the manor, we must not harm each other. Make him promise that."

Before handing it to Shen Ming, Cui Xiuying hurriedly spoke up.

With the Lord of the City's token, Shen Ming could ignore the City Lord's Mansion's grand formation.

"I can guarantee it, do you dare believe me?"

As Shen Ming spoke, he extended his hand.

Cui Xiuying dared not speak, and watched helplessly as Li Weiyang handed the manor lord's token to Shen Ming.

One minute later, Shen Ming walked into the city lord's mansion.

Cui Xiuying and the others were on tenterhooks, but thankfully Shen Ming didn't throw a punch, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“The Grand Lord has five large quotas of Xuanhuang Mother Qi, and our Li family can cooperate with you to sell them,” Li Weiyang said.

Shen Ming came alone, and there were no people to do the business of Xuanhuang Mother Qi.

Seeing Li Weiyang's attitude, Cui Xiuying thought to herself, "Bitch! She's trying to curry favor with him. No wonder she didn't make a move earlier!"

Shen Ming said nothing and landed on the helmet top of the Xuanhuang Hall.

The Xuanhuang Grand Hall is essentially a large bowl placed over the spiritual vein, concentrating all the Xuanhuang Mother Qi of the underground spiritual vein.

The city lord's mansion transformed it into a training ground and a place for business.

"Lord Ming, we are the winners of this martial arts tea party. Well, in principle, we should be able to cultivate for free in the Xuanhuang Hall."

Nine people gathered at the entrance of the main hall, looking up at Shen Ming above.

These are the nine people who stood out at today's martial arts tea party.

They won during Zheng Xianfeng's tenure as the Grand Master, but that was the rule and tradition.

Shen Ming wouldn't lose anything, which is why he dared to come up.

"Of course, we can also have Lord Ming preside over the tea party again, and then we can have another one."

They are all confident that they will stand out again.

"No need for trouble, you will all have the Primordial Qi."

Shen Ming suddenly smiled, having made up his mind.

The nine people exchanged smiles, worried that the rules would change with the change of the head of the manor.

Fortunately, as long as the original model is followed, it doesn't matter who becomes the head of the manor.

Strangely, Shen Ming did not open the door of the Xuanhuang Hall.

Instead, he extended his right hand, and a miniature Da Luo Palace floated in his palm.

"Black dragon."

A deafening roar of a dragon echoed through the heavens and earth, and a black dragon flew out of the Daluo Palace and coiled in the sky.

Its massive body resembled a moving black mountain, each scale forged from indestructible black iron, gleaming with a mysterious and cold light.

The dragon's head is held high, and its two eyes, like burning black flames, are deep and sharp.

"A dragon, a real dragon!"

The people of Xuanhuang City were still convinced that the dragon race had become extinct, so they were all startled when they suddenly saw this dragon.

Cui Xiuying and the others suddenly felt ridiculous.

So this guy can summon such a powerful being so easily? Then what was the point of punching them until they were covered in bumps? Was it for fun?!

The black dragon raised its head, and the surging water mines in its mouth shone with dazzling light.

The next moment, the dragon's mouth opened, and the torrent of water mines drew a breathtaking arc in the air.

"what?!"

The Xuanhuang Hall was like a mountain peak that had been blasted apart, splitting in half and scattering in all directions.

As the main hall shattered into pieces, the primordial energy that had been suppressed for so long burst forth like a primordial beast whose seal had been broken.

A surge of profound yellow energy, like a raging tide, rose from the ruins of the main hall.

The aura was powerful and profound, instantly permeating the entire city.

Everyone was speechless, their eyes filled with shock and awe.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Cui Xiuying stamped her feet, exclaiming, "This is all money!"

Li Weiyang's eyes were wide open, not out of heartache, but out of shock.

She stared in disbelief at the boy's face, the smile lines at the corners of his mouth suggesting he had been planning this for a long time.

"Everyone on the Xuanhuang Continent can enjoy the Xuanhuang Mother Qi."

Shen Ming burst into loud laughter, exuding boundless elegance and carefree spirit.

As Li Weiyang watched, her pupils reflected the boy's figure, her gaze becoming increasingly intense.

With the strength and talent that Shen Ming has shown, he is not lacking in cultivation resources. But even if he is not lacking, no one will complain about having too much money!

The rulers of the five major families in the Central Region are still doing business here.

Shen Ming wasn't the type to feel resentful or complain about injustice just because he didn't have it. On the contrary, he was overcoming all obstacles and sticking to his original aspirations!

"Thank you very much, Grand Master!"

The entire city was thrilled, and people forgot all about the excitement, seizing this rare opportunity to begin their cultivation.

Cui Xiuying was both anxious and angry, but dared not say anything.

Shen Ming put away the Great Luo Palace and landed in a pavilion in the City Lord's Mansion.

The sect leader instructed them to keep a low profile, but that was for Shen Ming to keep a low profile; it had nothing to do with Ming Xiao.

Speaking of which, being away from home gives him a sense of freedom and joy.

Do whatever you want in a place where nobody knows you.

Once you've cultivated to a level comparable to the Dominator Realm, you can naturally act at will.

“Young Master Ming, the Pan Yue Divine Dynasty will be coming to collect taxes soon, and we may not have enough then.”

Suddenly, Li Weiyang landed beside him, wanting to share his burdens.

The outer battlefield contains hundreds of cities like Xuanhuang City, representing different continents.

The nine great dynasties originated from the fourth layer of the world and ruled the extraterritorial battlefield from top to bottom, dividing the cities into their own territories.

The City Lord's Mansion has to pay a high amount of Source Stones to the Panyue Dynasty every year.

This is also the rule of survival in foreign battlefields: big fish eat little fish, and exploitation occurs layer by layer.

The other four lords have already prepared their share, but when Shen Ming becomes the Grand Lord, will he pay out of his own pocket?