Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Representatives from various factions whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with shock and apprehension.

"The Underworld? That's the force that occupies several small islands in the East China Sea? When did such a powerful figure emerge?"

"Those two auras from the Ninth Heaven are probably among the best even within the Ninth Heaven... Just what is the background of this Underworld?"

"Shh, keep your voice down! Didn't you see that guy from Ten Thousand Snake Island turned green?"

The King of the East Sea suppressed the turmoil in his heart; the smile on his face froze for a moment before he regained his composure. He stood up, his voice booming, "The presence of the three esteemed guests is an honor; I have failed to greet you properly. Please, take your seats!"

He was about to raise his hand to signal the attendant to arrange seating when Jue Wushen suddenly spoke up: "No rush to take your seats."

The voice wasn't loud, but it rolled across the entire venue like muffled thunder, silencing all other discussions.

All eyes were focused on the giant in black armor.

Jue Wushen slowly turned around, his black armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight. His gaze, like two bolts of lightning, shot straight towards a seat on the left side of the viewing platform.

Several people were sitting there, dressed in strange clothes with venomous snake patterns embroidered on their bodies; they were the people from Ten Thousand Snake Island.

The leader was a gaunt old man with a sallow complexion and sinister eyes. He was surrounded by a faint poisonous mist, and even the chair he was sitting on had been faintly corroded and charred.

Lord of Ten Thousand Snakes Island, Five Poisons True Man, Grandmaster of the Third Heaven.

Jue Wushen stared at him, a chilling smile playing on his lips: "The Five Poisons Master."

The Five Poisons Master's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively felt a chill run down his spine. Forcing himself to remain calm, he stood up and looked warily at Jue Wushen: "Your Excellency... what brings you here?"

His voice trembled slightly, without him even realizing it.

No God answered; He simply strode forward.

step.

His aura surged like a volcanic eruption, and the white jade platform beneath his feet cracked with a spiderweb-like pattern.

Two steps.

Its aura surged even higher, as if an invisible mountain had descended from the sky, causing many grandmaster-level experts around to turn pale and involuntarily take several steps back.

Three steps.

An overwhelming pressure, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, erupted from him, as majestic as a mountain, as deep as an abyss, and as vast as the sea, enveloping the entire viewing platform.

"What a powerful aura!" Jian Wuming, the Grand Elder of the Four Extremes Sword Sect, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his fingers twitched unconsciously in his sleeve.

Chu Tianxing, the head of the Chu family, snapped his folding fan shut, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes: "This is... the pressure formed from pure killing intent."

Cao Zhengchun, the commander of the Suspended Mirror Platform, narrowed his eyes slightly, a cryptic smile playing on his lips: "Interesting."

Master Liaoyin of Wanfo Temple paused his vajra, a faint Buddhist light swirling around him, protecting the selfless young monk behind him: "Amitabha, such heavy sins of killing."

The Five Poisons Master was the first to be hit, his face turning deathly pale. He felt as if he were being targeted by an ancient, ferocious beast, every cell in his body screaming for escape. But he knew he couldn't escape.

"Does the Underworld intend to antagonize Ten Thousand Snake Island?" he roared, his voice trembling with a mixture of bravado and cowardice. "Today, all forces have gathered; does the Underworld intend to seize and plunder in front of all the heroes of the world?"

No God stopped and looked down at him, as if he were an ant.

"It's not about forcibly seizing or robbing," he said calmly, as if discussing a trivial matter. "It's about establishing authority."

"To establish authority?" The Five Poisons Master was taken aback.

"The underworld has been silent for too long, and people no longer know the name of my underworld."

Absolutely divine gaze slowly swept across the entire scene, and everyone whose gaze touched felt a chill to the bone. "Today, I borrow your life to proclaim to the world—the East Sea has a place for my Underworld."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

In that instant, the world changed color.

A terrifying aura erupted from his fist, as deep and unfathomable as a prison, as if even heaven and earth would submit to this punch. The surrounding air was compressed, producing a sharp, explosive sound, and the cups and saucers on the viewing platform trembled and clattered.

"Wait!" The Five Poisons Master's expression changed drastically. He frantically activated his poison technique, and poisonous mist surged around him, transforming into a giant venomous python coiled in front of him. At the same time, he took out a black token from his pocket and crushed it fiercely—it was his trump card, a wisp of divine thought left behind by the ancestor of Ten Thousand Snake Island, containing the full power of a Grandmaster at the seventh level.

A jet-black light shot out from the token, carrying an aura of poison and destruction, transforming into a ferocious poisonous dragon that roared as it lunged straight at Jue Wushen.

"Go to hell!" Five Poison Master roared hoarsely.

Without even looking, Jue Wushen unleashed a punch.

Killing Fist - Skybreaker.

This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy techniques.

But wherever the force of the punch passed, the air exploded and space distorted, as if even the sky would be pierced by this punch.

The venomous dragon collided with the force of the fist—there was no explosion, no stalemate.

The poisonous dragon, imbued with the full power of a Grandmaster at the seventh level, was torn apart and annihilated like paper before the fist force of Jue Wushen, leaving not even a trace behind.

The force of the punch, still strong, struck the Five Poisons Master directly.

"boom!"

A loud bang shook the viewing platform slightly.

The Five Poisons Master's body was blasted into pieces, blood mist filled the air, and he didn't even have time to scream.

Grandmaster level three, one punch kills!

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared blankly at Jue Wushen, watching the blood mist slowly dissipate, as if they were watching a war god who had walked out of ancient times.

"This...this..." The leader of a minor faction trembled, unable to speak.

"Grandmaster level three, one punch and... how is that possible?" Another young prodigy's face turned deathly pale.

The Grand Elder of the Four Extremes Sword Sect, Jian Wuming, took a deep breath and whispered, "What domineering fist techniques! This person's killing fists have reached the realm of returning to simplicity. They appear unadorned, but in reality, every punch is the ultimate expression of the way of killing."

Master Liaoyin of Wanfo Temple frowned, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha, the sins of killing are so heavy, this person will surely fall into Avici Hell after death."

Master Liaoyin frowned even more deeply, but said nothing more.

Master Qingyuan of the Zhenwu Dao Sect lightly flicked his whisk, his gaze profound: "The Way of Slaughter, the Way of Domination, the Way of Protection... This Jue Wushen is quite an interesting character."

The King of the East Sea sat upright in the main seat, his expression unchanged, and even a slight smile appeared on his lips.

But no one noticed that his fingers, which were resting on the armrest, tightened slightly, and his knuckles turned white.

The Grandmaster of the Ninth Heaven—in his eyes, it was nothing more than that.

But the Underworld suddenly had two Ninth Heaven Realm cultivators and one Eighth Heaven Realm cultivator, and none of these three seemed to be ordinary Ninth Heaven Realm cultivators. Song Que's sword intent was innate and unfathomable; Tie Zhongtang exuded righteousness, yet his true strength remained unknown; and then there was this domineering and unparalleled Jue Wushen…

Such strength is already worthy of his attention.

No, it's not just about valuing it.

He needs to reassess the influence of the underworld on the overall situation in the East China Sea.

Jue Wushen slowly withdrew his fist, and the blood mist automatically avoided him three feet in front of him, without a single drop touching his black armor.

He remained expressionless, as if he had merely crushed an ant.

"From this day forward, Ten Thousand Snake Island and Giant Whale Island belong to the Underworld." His voice was calm yet cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority. "Anyone who disagrees may step forward."

Each word struck the heart of everyone present like a hammer blow.

No one speaks.

No one dared to speak.

The followers of Ten Thousand Snake Island were ashen-faced and trembling. Their island lord had been smashed to pieces before their very eyes, leaving not even a complete corpse. How could they dare utter a single word? Someone turned around first, and then everyone scrambled away from the viewing platform, not daring to look back.

The representatives of other minor factions were even more terrified, keeping their heads down and not daring to meet Jue Wushen's gaze, for fear of being targeted by this god of death.

Several previously arrogant sect leaders of mid-level forces now wished they could bury their heads in their collars.

A soft laugh broke the silence.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice and saw Chu Yunxiao standing with his hands behind his back, a disdainful smile on his lips: "What a show of power. He just killed a piece of trash from the third level of the Heavenly Realm, what's so great about that?"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone looked at Chu Yunxiao; some were shocked, some were expectant, and some were gloating.

Jue Wushen slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Chu Yunxiao.

That gaze was like a knife, like ice, like an abyss.

Chu Yunxiao's expression remained unchanged; he even slightly raised his chin, meeting Chu Yunxiao's gaze without backing down.

Despite being at the peak of the third level of the Grandmaster realm, he remained unfazed by the pressure from a ninth-level expert.

"The Chu family brat has some guts," Jue Wushen said calmly.

"It's not courage, it's confidence," Chu Yunxiao said coldly. "If you want to establish your authority, you've come to the wrong person. The Chu family is not someone you can mess with."

"Yunxiao!" Chu Tianxing shouted in a deep voice, "Step back!"

Chu Yunxiao glanced at his father, snorted coldly, and said nothing more, but the arrogance in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Jue Wushen gave him a deep look, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards his seat in the underworld.

Song Que didn't utter a single word from beginning to end, nor did he even glance at Jue Wushen's performance. His gaze remained fixed on the distant sea, as if something there was drawing him in.

Tie Zhongtang, on the other hand, smiled and bowed to the people around him, his refined and humble demeanor contrasting sharply with Jue Wushen's domineering attitude.

The three took their seats, with Ouyang Feiying following closely behind, sitting to their left.

The Underworld's seats were on the right side of the viewing platform, facing the Four Extremes Sword Sect and the Chu Family across the platform.

After sitting down, Jue Wushen closed his tiger-like eyes slightly, crossed his arms over his chest, and exuded an imposing aura, as imposing as a mountain.

Song Que continued to gaze at the sea, his fingers lightly tapping the railing, lost in thought.

Tie Zhongtang smiled, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and his gentle gaze swept across the room as if he were observing everyone.

The appearance of the underworld made the atmosphere even more tense.

Representatives from all sides glanced at the three unfathomable figures from time to time, their minds filled with a myriad of thoughts.

The Grand Elder of the Four Extremes Sword Sect, Jian Wuming, whispered to his disciple, "Remember those three people. Especially the one with the knife, he gives me... a very dangerous feeling."

Chu Tianxing, the head of the Chu family, gently waved his folding fan, his gaze profound: "The Underworld... what exactly is its origin? That Jue Wushen, that Song Que, and that Tie Zhongtang, none of them are unknown figures. Yet, I have absolutely no recollection of them?"

Commander Cao Zhengchun of the Suspended Mirror Platform whispered to his attendants, "Pass down the order to investigate the underworld thoroughly. I need to know their origins, their purpose, and who is behind them. I want results within three days."

Master Liaoyin of Wanfo Temple closed his eyes and chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, but he gripped the vajra in his hand even tighter.

Master Qingyuan of the Zhenwu Dao Sect lightly flicked his whisk and smiled slightly: "Interesting, very interesting. The East Sea is getting more and more lively."

The King of the East Sea sat in the main seat, gazing intently at the sea with a smile that no one could decipher.

He thought to himself: Underworld... Did you really come to the East Sea just for a few islands?

Or is your target that great tomb?

Even... myself?