The Great Elder of the Heavenly Dragon Clan roared furiously, threatening Ye Wushuang in an attempt to intimidate him and deter him from delivering a killing blow.
Yet, without the slightest hesitation, Ye Wushuang’s palm struck the ancient bell the elder wielded.
“DONG!!”
The deafening toll of the bell reverberated, causing many members of the Dragon Blood Clans to feel as though their souls were on the verge of annihilation. The violent shockwaves left every one of them severely injured—and this was merely the aftermath of the clash.
One could only imagine the devastating force the Great Elder endured at the epicenter.
Before anyone could assess the elder’s condition, Ye Wushuang struck the bell again—harder.
Then, the entire Divine Dragon Palace trembled as the bell’s tolls echoed relentlessly.
“DONG!”
“DONG!”
“DONG!”
…
After nine thunderous strikes—CRACK!
A sharp, splitting sound silenced the crowd.
Everyone recognized it—the sound of the Immortal King’s Ancient Bell shattering.
No one had expected Ye Wushuang’s raw power to be so overwhelming.
“Hiss… Is this the current Divine Dragon Empress? She shattered an Immortal King’s artifact with her bare hands! How terrifying is her strength?!”
“Such dominance! Who in the same realm could possibly stand against her?”
“This must be the might of the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art! If she masters it completely, she’ll become an unrivaled force capable of suppressing an entire era!”
The sheer terror of Ye Wushuang’s display left many trembling in fear, their courage to oppose her utterly crushed.
Some couldn’t help but speculate—just how far would the Divine Dragon Empress ascend in the future? The more they imagined, the more dread filled their hearts.
Meanwhile, others were more concerned about the Great Elder’s fate.
Now that Ye Wushuang had ceased her assault, curiosity gnawed at them.
But when they extended their divine senses to probe the bell, they froze in disbelief—there was no trace of life inside.
“Impossible… How is there no life energy? Did the Great Elder… get shaken to death?!”
“That can’t be! He was a legendary figure! How could he die so easily?!”
“But… there’s no movement at all!”
None of the Dragon Blood Clan members could confirm what had happened inside the bell, but a horrifying suspicion crept into their minds—the Great Elder had been pulverized from within.
Many refused to believe it. After all, the Great Elder was a revered powerhouse. How could he perish so ignominiously?
But when Ye Wushuang flipped the bell over—gasps of horror filled the air.
Beneath it lay nothing but a puddle of mangled flesh and dissipated soul energy.
This was all that remained of the once-mighty elder who had dared to challenge Ye Wushuang.
Annihilated. Utterly.
Instantly, the remaining Dragon Blood Clan members prostrated themselves, begging for mercy.
“Spare us, Divine Majesty! We’ll never dare oppose you again!”
“We were deceived by the Heavenly Dragon Clan! Forgive us!”
“We were wrong! We’ll never defy the Divine Dragon Royal Family again!”
With the Great Elder reduced to paste, none of them dared utter another threat. They knew—one wrong word, and they’d be next.
Some even wet themselves in sheer terror.
Looking down at these pitiful figures, Ye Wushuang found no interest in finishing them off. Instead, he waved a hand and commanded the gathered elites of the Divine Dragon Empire:
“Take them away. Lock them up. Let their clans ransom them with resources.”
“And make sure their families apologize properly—or I’ll pay them a visit myself.”
“YES, YOUR MAJESTY!”
No one questioned the empress’s authority. Her dominance was absolute.
Today’s display—slaying an Immortal King, shattering a divine artifact—only deepened the world’s reverence for her.
Many whispered in awe: “The Divine Dragon Empress is peerless. She will reign supreme over all.”
But Ye Wushuang paid no heed.
After settling the Dragon Blood Clan’s rebellion, he prepared to resume his cultivation of the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art.
However, just as he was about to leave—Imperial Ancestor Zongzheng arrived, brimming with excitement.
“Well? How was it? How powerful is the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art?”
He had been observing the battle, initially worried the empress might be at a disadvantage. But upon witnessing her utter domination, he couldn’t wait to boast about the art’s might.
Expecting criticism for his handling of the situation, Ye Wushuang was instead met with Zongzheng’s childlike enthusiasm. It was almost amusing.
With a faint smile, he replied:
“Peerless dominance. The body as a weapon, crushing all opposition.”
“At its peak, it can shatter all laws—even split the heavens.”
“HAHAHA! I knew you’d recognize its greatness!” Zongzheng laughed heartily. “Exactly! At the highest level, nothing can withstand its force!”
“So you must train diligently!”
“Mm.” Ye Wushuang nodded.
The Eight-Nine Heavenly Art had indeed earned his full respect.
In the following days, he devoted himself entirely to its cultivation. His rapid progress delighted Zongzheng, who grinned like a child every time he watched.
Yet, the old man often seemed hesitant, as if struggling to voice a request.
After days of internal conflict, he finally mustered the courage to speak:
“Ahem… My dear disciple, could you… perhaps… explain the ‘Myriad Laws Return to One’ concept to this old master?”
