Volume One, Chapter Four: The Sovereign's Dominant Fist
“Young master, have you truly regained all your strength?”
Under the deep veil of night, Ye Yuwei gazed at the man before her, whose presence was as if a demon god had descended. It was almost unbelievable.
Just five days ago, Mu Yi had returned to the Mu family, his dantian shattered and his meridians severed. At that time, the young master was unconscious, his life hanging by a thread.
Yet now, barely an hour later, Mu Yi was vigorous and radiant, his aura completely transformed, as if he had become a different person.
“Of course I’ve recovered, and even surpassed my former strength,” Mu Yi said, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes gleaming with a piercing brilliance that seemed ready to shatter the night sky.
“However, I never expected Mu Liancheng to awaken the Heavenly Sovereign Body as well. In the past, I underestimated him…”
The Heavenly Sovereign Body was a rare innate gift, born to prodigious talents of the human race, blessed by heaven and earth with extraordinary fortune that turned misfortune into blessing.
Mu Yi himself had awakened the Heavenly Sovereign Body—the True Dragon Bloodline.
But regrettably, he had once trusted Qin Wanqing too much and revealed this secret to her. Unbeknownst to him, she betrayed him, leading to the forcible seizure of his True Dragon Bloodline by Ling Tian, the eldest son of the Ling clan, one of the four great families in the Great Qian Dynasty.
“If only I had gained full fusion of the True Dragon Bloodline with my body a month earlier, Ling Tian could have killed me but never stolen my bloodline to empower himself.”
“Fortunately, I have now mastered the Dragon Elephant Divine Demon Battle Body. This misfortune has become a blessing; none of that matters anymore.”
Once the Heavenly Sovereign Body was awakened, it required several days to fully integrate with the body, making it impossible for outsiders to snatch it.
Mu Liancheng dared to manifest his Great Dao Azure Sky Sovereign Body openly before many because, after five days, his body had completely fused with it, leaving no fear of rivals coveting it.
But Mu Yi, back then, trusted Qin Wanqing too much. As soon as his True Dragon Bloodline awakened, he told her, which led to the catastrophe.
“Ling Tian, Qin Wanqing, you two scoundrels just wait. I, Mu Yi, will soon storm the Great Qian Academy and grind you to dust!”
Mu Yi was no gentle soul.
To friends, he repaid every kindness a hundredfold.
To enemies, he returned every insult and injury with tenfold vengeance.
When his wrath rose, even lords trembled, and the world found peace.
A true man should be like this!
“Senior, are you there?”
Returning to his room, Mu Yi sat cross-legged on the bed and once again entered the Divine Demon Tower.
After a brief clash with Mu Liancheng, he realized the other’s strength. Ten days from now, once Mu Liancheng fully mastered the Great Dao Azure Sky Sovereign Body, his power would be unmatched.
He had to rapidly enhance his own strength.
“Is there something you need?”
The Divine Demon Tower stood tall in the clouds, its black doors tightly shut. Yet inside, the voice of a mysterious woman echoed again.
“I need to become stronger immediately. Can you help me?”
Mu Yi didn’t know the identity of this mysterious woman, nor the origins of the Divine Demon Tower, but that was irrelevant now.
He only sought to gain advantage.
“I can help you, but in the end, the result depends on you.”
The woman’s voice was calm and ethereal. “You have already opened the first acupoint of the Dragon Elephant Divine Demon Battle Body, granting you the strength of a dragon and elephant. But strength alone cannot unleash your true potential. You need a powerful martial art.”
“A powerful martial art?” Mu Yi’s eyes lit up. “Senior, will you teach me a peerless technique?”
“My martial arts are beyond your current use. Step into the training domain ahead. It contains every ultimate technique of all previous masters of the Divine Demon Tower. It depends on how much you can comprehend.”
“But I hope you can forge your own unique martial path. Blindly cultivating others’ techniques will never lead you to the pinnacle.”
Mu Yi did not ask further and stepped into the domain.
“What is this...?”
Instantly, his mind thundered as he saw countless intricate texts, each a peerless divine skill.
They were the ultimate martial arts of the previous ninety-eight masters of the Divine Demon Tower.
He couldn’t practice them—his level was far too low.
“Indeed, true masters and grandmasters always create their own martial arts. Though I am but a fledgling on the path of cultivation, my ambition is boundless!”
The woman’s earlier words stirred a fierce determination within Mu Yi.
Creating one’s own martial art is a feat only achieved by grandmasters who have mastered myriad techniques.
Mu Yi was merely a novice.
Yet he was determined to defy the heavens and achieve the impossible.
He sat cross-legged, holding his breath, his entire being silent, his breath faint as if frozen—like a hibernating turtle.
How long passed? Days? Years?
Suddenly, a brilliant light flared in his eyes. He sprang to his feet.
He threw a punch with a roar like a tiger and dragon; behind him, radiant light blazed, dragons and phoenixes soared, and flowers filled the air.
This punch produced a celestial phenomenon.
Mu Yi’s aura transformed dramatically—from his previous stillness, like an ancient well in the abyss, to that of a domineering ancient monarch commanding life and death over the world.
“Hmm? What is this...?”
Even the mysterious woman inside the Divine Demon Tower was stirred by the power radiating from Mu Yi.
“This punch…”
Mu Yi pondered deeply. The punch came as if riding the wind, flowing freely, like a divine brushstroke.
He didn’t understand how he had struck it.
He would need to savor it slowly.
“Senior, the power of this punch…”
Mu Yi could hardly believe he had unleashed such an incredible strike.
It was an ancient punch, the Emperor’s Fist. When delivered, gods and immortals bowed, and emperors ascended the throne.
The vision in his eyes left him stunned.
“No need to ask. Even I do not know why you created this punch. Does it have a name?”
The mysterious woman’s voice returned, now warmer, less cold and ethereal, showing a hint of humanity.
This indicated a significant shift in her attitude toward Mu Yi.
“I don’t know what to call it. I can’t even comprehend how I struck this punch,” Mu Yi shook his head, bewildered.
“What do you see in this punch?” she asked again.
“I see the ancient emperor’s descent, power and tyranny, mountains of corpses beneath the throne, merciless slaughter. I can’t even describe this scene in words.”
His eyes revealed confusion and self-doubt.
“The path of kingship is always one of ruthless dominance. You may name this technique the King’s Tyrant Fist.”
She said, “Remember, the power of this fist depends on your own domineering aura. Without sufficient dominance, it remains an ordinary technique with little power.”
“Conversely, if your dominance rivals that of ancient emperors, the King’s Tyrant Fist will be capable of destroying heaven and earth.”
“The wrath of an emperor causes rivers of blood to flow. The fury of immortals overturns heaven and earth. By creating the King’s Tyrant Fist, you have proven your strength. Perhaps now I understand why you became the ninety-ninth master of the Divine Demon Tower.”
Her words fell silent afterward, as if she had never existed.
“King’s Tyrant Fist, King’s...”
Mu Yi murmured, gazing toward the vast sky, lost in deep contemplation.
Meanwhile, outside the Divine Demon Tower.
In Lieshan City, beneath the blazing sun, the bustling streets were alive with carriages and pedestrians.
Suddenly, the enormous city trembled violently.
People staggered, livestock panicked, as if apocalypse had descended.
“Heavens! Look at the sky above!”
Everyone heard the roaring air currents rushing overhead, like thunder drums, like galloping horses, vast and unstoppable as a great river flowing east.
They looked up to witness an incredible sight.
In the eastern part of the city, the heartland of the Mu family—one of the four great clans—countless currents converged, forming a towering ancient sage figure hundreds of feet tall, shrouding the clouds and obscuring the horizon.
At the same time, the heavens tore open, and vast expanses of azure sky poured forth, accompanied by chanting, as if ancient sages had arrived to enlighten the masses.
“It’s the phenomenon caused by Mu Liancheng! His Great Dao Azure Sky Sovereign Body has finally been fully awakened!”
“Heavens! Where did the Mu family get such tremendous fortune? Years ago, they produced Mu Yi, the Bloodsea Killing God who dominated the younger generation of Lieshan City, and now they’ve birthed the even more terrifying and incomprehensible Mu Liancheng. Could the Mu family truly be about to soar, becoming a divine dragon to dominate the land?”
Seeing this, everyone understood the situation.
Just five days ago, on a quiet night, all had been shocked by the grand manifestation of Mu Liancheng’s Azure Sky Sovereign Body. The tremors it caused spread through Lieshan City and neighboring regions.
Rumors even reached the Great Qian Academy, thousands of miles away.
This time, the elder sent to recruit had changed—from an ordinary elder to Guo Baihe, one of the renowned top ten elders of the Penal Law Hall.
All of this was because of Mu Liancheng, the prodigious genius who had surpassed all before him.