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

Before this, Shen Ming had defeated a King.

But he was a cultivator from the lower realm who was on his deathbed and had only just reached the threshold of becoming a king.

Champion Hou Yang Xuanji is the king of kings and the perfect one among the lesser kings.

Although the War King Palace did not completely restrict his advantage of high realm, it did suppress the power of the king.

Shen Ming is only a potential king; outsiders can't understand it no matter how hard they try.

"The formations and restrictions of the War King's Palace cannot be lifted, yet you use this as an excuse to make a fuss; it truly shows a petty mentality," Yang Xuanji stated.

Even when the Panyue Dynasty launches a hunting campaign, it must adhere to the rules of the Hundred Battles Royal Court.

"Is that right?"

Shen Ming, unaware of this, headed straight for the War King's Palace.

The battle just now has a clear winner and loser; the War King's Palace is now open to all.

He arrived at a celestial realm and said in a deep voice, "Champion Marquis! Do you dare to fight?!"

Now, no one doubted his determination anymore.

Then, something dramatic happened. Yang Xuanji stood beside the Hundred Battles Royal Court, his brows furrowed, using all his spiritual senses and supernatural powers to survey his surroundings.

There's a conspiracy, and it must be a big one.

Yang Xuanji didn't believe anyone would dare to do this; it was a trap set to kill him.

He was notorious and had countless enemies. Recalling Shen Ming's various actions, he felt that it was all a setup.

If we go out, we will be ambushed.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuanji was...excited.

That's right, it's excitement!

"Hahaha! What is there to fear!"

Holding the War God Spear, Yang Xuanji surveyed the surroundings with arrogance and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Let this Marquis see which clowns are jumping around."

One second, two seconds... a minute passed, and there was no movement.

Many people had the same thought as Yang Xuanji, and when they looked around, they found that everyone looked bewildered.

"You're overacting," Shen Ming said.

"Ok?"

Yang Xuanji frowned even more deeply, raised the War God Spear, and struck it in the void.

Golden ripples spread outwards, extending for hundreds of miles.

"Those who are not involved, leave the Golden Light!" he shouted sternly.

Everyone stepped back, clearing a large area for the two people.

There was no third person besides the two of them.

"Really? Are you tired of living?" Yang Xuanji then looked over and seriously considered the possibility.

Shen Ming watched him jumping around and found it amusing, saying, "Before the fight starts, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve to perform?"

Yang Xuanji sneered, and beams of light flew out, which were battle flags.

"Eight battle flags block off all directions, forming the battlefield. Only the living can escape."

As he spoke, a large flag was planted in the southwest direction, fluttering in the wind, and the runes on the flag and the space created a strange reaction.

The second banner was planted in the southeast, and instantly, an invisible chain of order appeared between the two banners.

As Yang Xuanji herself said, once the eight battle flags are planted, the sky will be a dead end.

Yang Xuanji proceeded slowly and deliberately planted the battle flags one by one, observing Shen Ming's reaction.

At the moment the seventh battle flag was planted, Yang Xuanji deliberately used her pupil technique to observe her surroundings.

After confirming there were no other signs, he changed his usual behavior and eagerly planted the eighth battle flag.

"Come die!"

Yang Xuanji launched a charge. This time, without the suppression of the War King's Palace, his magical power was more than ten times greater, and his kingly aura was on full display.

This brought about a series of qualitative changes, with the aura of the Great Dao permeating every corner, making it suffocating.

At this time, the Champion Marquis was the Champion Marquis that people on the battlefield outside the territory were familiar with.

People looked at Shen Ming, completely baffled as to what he was going to do.

Within the sword's world, the sword spirit prepares to strike.

The sword master, Shen Ming, nourished the Great Luo Sword Embryo, restoring some of the immortal sword's destructive power.

Killing this champion is still within our capabilities.

However, the sword master did not consult with him before attacking, which made the sword spirit slightly dissatisfied.

As the sword spirit of the Legend of Sword and Fairy, it deserves respect.

"It won't happen again."

This time, let it go. The sword spirit is willing to take action because Shen Ming has performed exceptionally well, and also because it is happy to kill the champion of the Panyue Dynasty.

Huh?

However, the sword spirit soon realized something was wrong, as the sword master, Shen Ming, refused.

"Don't make trouble."

Shen Ming took a deep breath, held his breath, and prepared to unleash his Limitless Sword Intent.

No, stop messing around, don't be reckless!

The sword spirit was dumbfounded. So the sword master wasn't relying on himself? How could he possibly fight against such a king?

Moreover, it seems they still intend to respond with a sword-style attack!

Please, don't be so extreme. Learn a few sword techniques from me first. I'll teach you, okay?

The sword spirit was almost crying; this sword master was a bit crazy.

I was originally thinking of testing the sword master before deciding whether or not to teach him the Great Luo Divine Sword Style.

Right now, Blade Spirit desperately wants Shen Ming to stop and learn a thing or two from him.

Rumble!

At this moment, the roar of thunder came from the sky above the battlefield, and thick, oppressive clouds quickly gathered, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

Thunder tribulation? !

Now people understood that Shen Ming was about to undergo a tribulation before battle.

"madness!"

Yang Xuanji, who was halfway through his charge, laughed in exasperation. He had thought Shen Ming had some brilliant plan, but it turned out he was just planning to transcend his tribulation and become a king.

Putting aside whether King Cheng could defeat him, this kind of tribulation is completely childish and shows no regard for the will of Heaven.

"He thinks he's the eternal prince!" a supporter of the Marquis of Champion shouted.

The Eternal Emperor's Son wields the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, enabling him to use heavenly tribulations to kill enemies.

He once unleashed a double lightning tribulation amidst a million-strong army, slaughtering all in his path.

Unfortunately, the Eternal Disciple failed to transcend the tribulation and vanished into nothingness.

“The Thunder Pool harms the innocent, and outsiders are not allowed to disturb those undergoing tribulation. However, you have encountered me.”

Yang Xuanji retreated to the edge of the battlefield, away from the range of the tribulation clouds, and a large bow as tall as a person appeared in his hand.

Previously on the battlefield, Yang Xuanji used this bow to deter those who wanted to help Shen Ming.

The Sun-Shooting Bow!

It is also a sacred weapon, capable of killing even a king.

"Oh no!" Princess Fire Phoenix realized that Shen Ming had made a grave mistake.

Shen Ming, who was in a state of tribulation, was unable to move and was the perfect target.

Shen Ming knew that Champion Hou had this skill!

Thunder rumbled and lightning blazed fiercely; the tribulation of the fourth heaven was no ordinary event.

The clouds of tribulation contained endless molten thunder, like a vast ocean.

The thunderbolts that struck the heavens no longer resembled lightning strikes, but rather a hole torn open in the sky, with thunder pouring down to engulf everything in the world.

"So much lightning plasma?!"

someone exclaimed.

Thunderous nectar is also an essential baptism for becoming a king, and its quantity determines a cultivator's potential, just like the different colors of thunder tribulation.

Buzz!

Yang Xuanji drew the bowstring, and a majestic celestial dragon immediately appeared behind him.

The bowstring was made of dragon sinew, and the arrow it held was the Sun-Shooting Divine Arrow.

The great bow was drawn to its fullest extent, and Yang Xuanji's dragon-like appearance was fierce and menacing, as if it were about to break through the sky.

Whoosh!

Yang Xuanji seized the opportunity and released the arrow the moment the lightning struck.

Instantly, the Sun-Shooting Arrow transformed into a dazzling divine light, accompanied by a dragon, locking onto Shen Ming beneath the tribulation clouds.

Shen Ming, who appeared to be in grave danger to outsiders, remained calm, holding the Great Luo Sword high.