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

"The Sword of Calamity - The Beginning!"

Shen Ming slashed down with his sword, unleashing a burst of sword light that stretched for ten thousand feet, from which wind and thunder erupted, the sword's momentum resembling a calamity upon the heavens.

Shuangyu was still waiting for the quasi-king to come to her rescue, but she didn't expect Shen Ming to be so determined to kill her.

The golden light in his eyes burned like flames, flickering in his eye sockets, while his icy, jade-like skin quickly solidified into hard, mysterious ice.

This is the Ice Spirit Clan's life-saving divine ability: freezing three feet of ice!

It transforms into solid ice, its weakness being that it cannot move, but its strength being that it is indestructible.

"They actually pushed Frostfeather to this point!"

The onlookers were astonished; royal blood was not something that could be ignited casually.

Frostfeather's royal blood is for the hunting war, and he is determined to break through to the fourth level of the Hundred Battles Royal Court and become a Spirit King in one step.

This means they have lost their eligibility for the hunting battle and will have to wait until the royal bloodline is strong again.

The premise is that there will be a next time. Shen Ming didn't care how hard the Xuanbing was and slashed down with his sword.

A thunderous sword strike landed, and cracks instantly appeared in the ice.

Frost Feather, still smug in the ice, thought Shen Ming was overestimating himself.

As a result, the lightning sword light swiftly pierced through the ice, causing the cracks to widen continuously, and his body shattered along with it.

It seemed as if it was about to burst, about to explode along with the Xuanbing ice.

"No!"

Finally, including Frostfeather, the Xuanbing shattered into countless fragments.

Shen Ming then used the Undying Wind and Thunder to turn these fragments of Xuanbing into dust, truly reducing them to ashes.

He had heard that the Spirit Race possessed strong vitality and could gradually recover within corresponding spiritual substances.

"You deserve to die!"

The Ice Spirit Clan's quasi-king was furious. He knew that Frost Feather possessed a life-saving spiritual technique, so he was in no hurry to make a move.

I never expected Shen Ming's sword to be so powerful.

As a protector, to witness Shuangyu die before my very eyes is a grave dereliction of duty.

He roared, and a surge of cold energy erupted from his body, his eyes turning completely white.

"This is burning his own lifeblood, a fight to the death!" someone exclaimed.

Not only humans burn their life essence, but the spirit race does too.

It consumes lifespan in exchange for immense power.

Faced with the Hengyu Cauldron striking again, the enraged Quasi-King gently raised his hand, and frost transformed into a dragon shape, instantly entangling the Hengyu Cauldron.

The icy chill tightened, and the Hengyu Cauldron turned into a lump of ice, beginning to fall.

Because the Hengyu Cauldron was Shen Ming's natal magic weapon, Shen Ming felt a bone-chilling cold flow through his limbs and bones.

The Hengyu Cauldron, having been brittled by the frost, is highly likely to shatter if dropped from a great height.

"Supporting the Heavenly Primordial Spirit!"

Shen Ming used his supernatural power, and golden light condensed behind him into a three-zhang-tall body, sweeping away the cold air within his body.

With a wave of his hand, the frozen Hengyu Cauldron flew back, and then his primordial spirit punched out, shattering the cauldron.

"Dharmakaya! So this is a king!"

"No, no, this isn't the Dharma body. This seems to be a supernatural power. Strange, I can't remember it!"

Shen Ming used his earth-shattering technique, so that not only would others not recognize his face, but they would also not remember the supernatural powers he used.

"Frosty Sky's End - Piercing Ten Thousand Cliffs Through the Clouds!"

The Prince had no intention of giving up and vowed to kill Shen Ming, otherwise he would have no face to return to his clan.

With an astonishing display of divine power, an ice and snow storm instantly formed, freezing the entire area within a hundred feet of the Misty Palace.

By altering the terrain and creating a favorable position, the king pushed forward with both hands.

Countless terrifying ice spikes locked onto Shen Ming, transforming into streaks of cold light.

"Lord Dragon, be careful!" The black dragon watching the battle had his heart in his throat; these ice spikes could pierce through his dragon scales!

Not to mention the icy chill above, comparable to the core area of ​​a snow-capped mountain, which was frantically freezing Shen Ming's magical power.

The golden primordial spirit was covered with a layer of snow-white, and its joints creaked.

Suddenly, it was as if a sun rose behind the primordial spirit, with rolling heat waves that instantly evaporated the frost and cold air.

The endless ice spikes melted within half a meter of the primordial spirit.

Nine Yang Divine Fire Pearl!

Upon closer inspection, the rising sun was none other than the Misty Palace's most prized treasure!

The last remaining Supreme Elder of the Misty Palace looked as if he had swallowed a fly; in addition to being shocked, he also revealed disbelief.

"Impossible, how is it possible!"

It turns out that the Misty Palace wanted to frame someone, but they were reluctant to part with the Nine Yang Divine Fire Pearl, fearing that something might go wrong.

So they came up with a compromise: to pass off a fake as the real thing.

Counterfeit products can only exert less than one-third of their power, and there is a limit to the number of times they can be used.

They weren't afraid of being discovered; their only goal was to confirm Shen Ming's theft, regardless of whether it was true or not.

But why does this replica have the power of the genuine article in Shen Ming's hands?

Did they take the wrong one?

The Supreme Elder wanted to rush into his own treasure vault to find out what was inside.

However, there was no chance. Shen Ming's three-zhang-tall golden primordial spirit rushed over, and the Nine Yang Divine Fire Pearl, like a fire dragon, coiled on the primordial spirit's shoulder.

The primordial spirit appeared to be covered with a layer of golden flame-like effect.

The Ice Spirit Clan's quasi-king retreated repeatedly, not daring to confront them head-on.

The burning of vital essence will only stop when the battle ends, and the burning speed will increase as the battle intensifies.

Therefore, Shen Ming's Golden Flame Primordial Spirit caused double depletion, and this quasi-king aged at a visible rate.

"Ancient King Fist!"

The most outrageous thing is that this is not even Shen Ming's limit.

I thought that the primordial spirit was a supernatural power, granting powerful defense and attack capabilities, and that there was no other way.

As a result, Shen Ming threw a punch, instantly gathering all the power of that moment.

The golden, flaming fist struck the quasi-king repeatedly, causing him to howl in agony.

Hang in there! He can't keep going like this. That punch was his limit. I can still turn the tables!

With hope in his heart, the quasi-king caught the punch, though at a considerable cost.

if only……

Before the thought had even settled, Shen Ming's golden flame primordial spirit approached again, fierce and incomparable, like an enraged god.

Ancient King Fist! Ancient King Fist! Ancient King Fist!

Fists rained down like raindrops, seemingly without limit.

"This is impossible! This goes against the principles of martial arts and against supernatural powers!"

"Who is this ancient king, that he could achieve such a feat?!"

The humans of Tianshan City were shocked. They were all human, following the same great path, and knew that some things were possible and others were not.

Shen Ming's performance made them suspect that he might be a hybrid of other powerful races, ignoring the rules of the Great Dao and the constraints of supernatural powers, and breaking the limits of the human race.

Under the Fiery Fist, the body of the Ice Spirit Clan's quasi-king shrank little by little, melted little by little, and finally vanished into nothingness, disappearing into the world.

Screams of grief and terror rang out simultaneously, and the other members of the Ice Spirit Clan soared into the sky, scattering in all directions.

The black dragon excitedly swayed its body, knowing its chance had come.

"Leave no one alive," Shen Ming said.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The black dragon roared and shot out.

He seemed to have a grudge against the Ice Spirit Clan, chasing after them and killing them no matter how far they ran, truly striving to exterminate them all.

The Supreme Elder of the Misty Palace was completely bewildered, and the Venerable One they followed was thus destroyed.

Looking at Shen Ming again, I recalled our first meeting.

"Are you really a cultivator from another realm?" In the very end, he was still agonizing over this question.

They excluded Shen Ming and didn't take him seriously because of his identity.

"Are these your last words?"

Shen Ming's voice, amplified by the Golden Flame Primordial Spirit, sounded like a sacred bell tolling, echoing throughout heaven and earth.

Then, with a single punch, the last Sovereign Realm expert of the Misty Palace vanished into thin air.