Douluo Continent: My name is Lu Mingfei, and my martial soul is Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingfei simply stood there, his golden eyes coldly watching Wang Dong, as if he were watching a hopping grasshopper.

The vein on Wang Dong's forehead throbbed.

How many years has he lived?

From Soul Master to Title Douluo, from Title Douluo to Limit Douluo, and finally to Godhood, when was he ever looked at like this?

Ants?

This little guy, who in his eyes wasn't even an ant, called him an ant?

"Good, very good." Wang Dong took a deep breath and gripped the Haotian Hammer in his hand tightly.

"I'll see just how capable you are."

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

There were no fancy opening moves, no charging up of power; it was just a simple, straightforward hammer blow.

But it was this hammer blow that made Lu Mingfei narrow his eyes slightly.

This hammer blow looked ordinary, but wherever it passed, space itself was distorted.

That kind of distortion wasn't tearing, but rather being deformed by pressure.

Just like when you press a piece of cloth down hard, the surface of the cloth will dent.

This hammer blow dented the space itself.

Lu Mingfei did not take the hit head-on.

He stepped to the side, effortlessly dodging the blow.

Wang Dong's hammer struck empty air, but the force did not dissipate; instead, it continued to blast forward.

It struck at the edge of the gray world.

"boom--"

The entire gray world suddenly shuddered.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared at the edges, but they quickly healed.

Wang Dong's expression changed.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that hammer blow, it wasn't something just anyone could dodge.

And this brat just hides like that?

Lu Mingfei stood not far away, tilting his head to look at him, a faint smile on his lips.

There was no mockery, no contempt, not even any emotion in that smile.

But it was precisely this blank expression that made Wang Dong feel even more uncomfortable, because it was like an adult watching a child playing in the mud.

"Is that all you've got?" Lu Mingfei finally spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed in the gray world, making Wang Dong's eardrums ache.

Wang Dong didn't say anything, gripped the hammer tightly, and charged forward again.

This time he didn't hold back.

One hammer blow, two hammer blows, three hammer blows, four hammer blows...

Each hammer blow carries earth-shattering power; each blow can flatten a mountain.

But Lu Mingfei is like an eel, always managing to dodge at just the right moment.

It wasn't that he was fast, but that he could always predict Wang Dong's attack trajectory in advance.

It was as if he already knew from which angle "Wang Dong" would attack.

"Is all you can do is hide?" Wang Dong snapped, getting angry.

Lu Mingfei stopped in his tracks.

"hide?"

He tilted his head, as if pondering the meaning of the word.

Then he laughed.

The smile was faint, but when Wang Dong saw it, a bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

The next second, "Lu Mingfei" spoke.

"emperor."

Two words, light and airy, as if saying the weather is nice today.

But Wang Dong felt as if the whole world was pressing down on him.

It's not a metaphor, it's in the literal sense.

An invisible force surged from all directions, pressing down on him, making his bones creak.

He looked down at his hands and saw that the veins on the back of his hands were bulging and the blood vessels were protruding.

This is……

Wang Dong's eyes widened.

Is this gravity?

No, it's not gravity.

Normal gravity acts downwards, but this pressure comes from all directions simultaneously.

It was as if the whole world was rejecting him and squeezing him out.

"Word of Power: Emperor"

Lu Mingfei's voice rang out again.

"Within this realm, I am the very authority; ants can only respond with the sound of their spines breaking."

The pressure increased even more as soon as I finished speaking.

Wang Dong's legs began to tremble, and his knees bent.

He gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to kneel down.

Are you kidding me?

He is a god!

He is a god who has lived for tens of thousands of years!

How could I possibly kneel before a brat?!

Lu Mingfei nodded as he watched him struggle to hold on.

"The bones are quite hard."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Precepts".

This time, Wang Dong's expression completely changed.

He felt his soul power was rapidly draining away, not being consumed, but being suppressed.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was holding down the soul power within him, preventing it from flowing.

What does it mean when the flow of soul power slows down?

This means he cannot go all out.

This means his power has been weakened.

"This is..." Wang Dong's eyes widened.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless abilities, but he had never heard of any ability that could directly suppress the soul power of a god.

No, it's not soul power.

What's inside him isn't soul power, it's divine power.

This golden brat can even suppress divine power?

"Who exactly are you?" Wang Dong raised his head and stared intently at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei did not answer.

He simply stood there, his golden eyes calmly looking at "Wang Dong".

That look reminded Wang Dong of someone.

No, not just one, but a level of existence.

That kind of superior gaze, looking down on all living beings.

"You don't belong to this world," Wang Dong said.

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow.

"Where are you from?" Wang Dong pressed.

"Above the realm of gods? Or... beyond the realm of gods?"

Lu Mingfei still did not reply.

He just tilted his head and looked at "Wang Dong", the faint smile on his lips never fading away.

Wang Dong took a deep breath, suppressing his unease.

The kid in front of him had far more secrets than he had imagined.

The thing hidden inside Lu Mingfei's body was no ordinary soul entity.

That is……

Wang Dong considered a possibility, but quickly dismissed it.

impossible.

Such beings are so powerful that even the divine realm dares not provoke them.

How could it possess a nobody who isn't even a Soul Master?

"Who exactly are you?" Wang Dong asked again, his tone even more serious than before.

Lu Mingfei finally spoke.

Who I am is not important.

He took a step forward.

"The important thing is that you had thoughts you shouldn't have had."

Another step.

"You want ability?"

One more step.

"Can."

Lu Mingfei stopped and raised his right hand.

Golden light gathered in his palm, growing brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling.

Finally, the light faded, and a greatsword appeared in his hand.

The sword was huge; the blade alone was almost two meters long, and the edge was as wide as a shield.

The sword was engraved with intricate patterns that glowed faintly, as if they were breathing.

The hilt of the sword is undecorated, just a simple metal rod, but in Lu Mingfei's hand, it feels perfectly natural.

Wang Dong's pupils suddenly contracted as he looked at the sword.

He sensed a familiar aura emanating from the sword.

That is……

The aura of a divine artifact?

No, it's even better than a divine artifact.

That is……

"Come and take it." Lu Mingfei raised the greatsword with one hand, the tip pointing at Wang Dong.

"As long as you can defeat me."

Wang Dong gritted his teeth.

He is in a very bad situation right now.

The so-called Word Power Emperor is suppressing his actions, and Word Power Commandments are suppressing his power.

His current strength is less than half of what it was at its peak when he was possessed.

But he was, after all, a god.

Deities have their own dignity.

Even if his strength was suppressed, he would not allow himself to back down in front of a mere brat.

"Okay." Wang Dong gripped the Haotian Hammer tightly.

"Then let me see just how capable you really are."