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

The representatives of various factions below the stage looked extremely grim.

Master Liaoyin's face, which always wore a compassionate smile, finally darkened. He stared at the young man in black, exuding an imposing aura, in the center of the arena. His knuckles, clasped together, turned slightly white. After three breaths of silence, he slowly spoke:

"Amitabha... This child is too bloodthirsty and too violent. He fights against many alone, showing no mercy in his attacks; every punch and palm strike is a deadly move. If he is not restrained, he will surely become a great scourge to the world."

"If he is allowed to grow up, he may become the second Demon God Lü."

The moment the words "Lu the Demon God" were uttered, the atmosphere in the entire room suddenly became heavy.

Before Liao Yin finished speaking, he had already moved.

The golden kasaya suddenly unfurled, like a golden cloud obscuring half the sky. The aura of a Grandmaster at the peak of the ninth level erupted like a raging torrent, causing the entire arena to tremble slightly under his power, and the air was compressed to emit a sharp hiss.

He stepped onto the ring.

With this step, the surface of the arena cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and even the defensive restrictions personally set up by the East Sea King creaked as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

"I'm sorry, Benefactor Dongfang."

"For the sake of all living beings, I have no choice but to suppress you. Once your mind has matured and your resentment has subsided, I will release you."

He raised his right palm, his five fingers spread, and golden light condensed in his palm, revealing a phantom of a Buddha, radiating boundless Buddha light. But there was no peace in that Buddha light; instead, it carried a crushing force like Mount Tai pressing down, as if it wanted to crush all those who defied him in the world.

"The Buddhist path is compassionate, yet it also has its wrathful aspects. Forgive me, benefactor from the East!"

He slapped down with his palm.

Even before the palm strike arrived, Dongfang Wei already felt an immense pressure, as if the sky were collapsing. His bones creaked, the obsidian beneath his feet shattered, and his body was forced to bend slightly under the pressure. He simply couldn't withstand a palm strike from a Grandmaster at the peak of the ninth level.

His eyes were cold, but there was no fear in them. The auras of the three kings of the underworld were already surging in the distance, ready to strike at any moment.

At the same time—

"Hehe, the old bald monk has made his move, so I can't fall behind."

A sinister voice rang out from the side. The withered figure of the Blood Shadow Elder shot out from the shadows like a blood-red afterimage. Without further ado, he aimed a palm strike directly at Dongfang Weiwo's back, the palm wind surging with demonic energy, carrying an evil power that devoured all life.

"You little bastard, die!"

Two peak ninth-level experts attacked simultaneously!

One in front and one behind, one Buddha and one demon, two forces powerful enough to crush anyone present, simultaneously blasted towards the isolated and helpless youth in the center of the arena.

"How dare you!"

A loud shout.

Dongfang Shuo's hunched body suddenly straightened. He leaped into the air and struck the Blood Shadow Elder in the back with a palm. His withered palm contained the full power of a Grandmaster at the peak of the ninth level. With a single strike, a visible shockwave exploded in the air.

The old man with the blood shadow changed his expression and had no choice but to parry with his palm.

"boom!"

Their palms clashed, creating a surge of energy. Both men retreated several steps, resulting in a stalemate.

But Dongfang Shuo was alone.

He blocked the Blood Shadow Elder. Master Liaoyin's palm strike had already struck Dongfang Weiwo three zhang above his head like a golden mountain.

Dongfang Weiwo stood rooted to the spot, his robes fluttering wildly under the force of his palm strike, his long hair whipping behind him. His eyes were icy cold, and his fingers had already crushed a command talisman in his sleeve—the Three Kings of the Underworld could arrive in an instant.

however--

Just as the golden Buddha's palm was about to strike, the sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't that dark clouds covered the sun, nor that night had fallen. Rather, it was as if an invisible hand had drawn away all the light from the sky within a hundred feet, leaving only a deep, almost solidified darkness.

Within that darkness, a massive spatial vortex appeared out of nowhere. The vortex slowly rotated, its edges flowing with silvery-white spatial cracks, while its center was pitch black, as if leading to another world.

A foot stepped out of the whirlpool.

Black combat boots with black iron soles and red frozen soil clinging to the toes, as if they had just stepped across a vast ice plain.

Then the legs, waist, chest, shoulders—

A tall figure clad in black armor emerged from the vortex.

The man's face was resolute, as if carved by a knife and axe. His brows bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Dongfang Weiwo, but he possessed the steely resolve and weathered experience honed over decades of battlefield experience. His gaze, like two burning flames, swept across the entire area, scorching the air wherever it passed.

He stood in the void, overlooking the entire scene, his voice like thunder, rolling down:

"Who dares to touch my son, the invincible East!"

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his hand and slapped someone.

A palm strike from a distance.

A palm strike descended from the sky, like a black divine punishment, directly striking Master Yin's golden Buddha palm.

There were no fancy techniques, no prelude of building up power, and not even any superfluous movements. It was just a simple palm strike, carrying the killing intent honed by 300,000 iron cavalrymen of the Northern Frontier over thirty years of battlefield conquest, which pressed down with overwhelming force.

Master Liaoyin's expression changed drastically.

He felt the power contained in that palm strike—a pure, naked, and unparalleled power. Compared to it, his own Buddha palm was like a candle flame vying with the blazing sun.

In haste, he turned the Buddha's palm that was slapping towards the eastward and extended both palms to meet the palm that was falling from the sky.

"boom!!!!!"

The two palms collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar as if the heavens and earth had split apart. A shockwave erupted from the center of the collision, sweeping across the entire arena like a hurricane. The banners surrounding the arena were uprooted and sent flying towards the distant sea. Those below were thrown back by the force of the impact; those with weaker cultivation were thrown to the ground, blood gushing from their mouths.

The entire arena trembled violently, and the obsidian surface shattered inch by inch. The cracks spread from the center to the edges, and then to the beach below the arena, spreading out for dozens of feet like a spider web.

Master Liaoyin's face turned deathly pale the moment he made contact.

His golden Buddhist light shattered like thin ice before Dongfang Wudi's palm strike, and the illusory Buddha image let out a mournful cry of resentment before completely disintegrating. His palms trembled violently from the shock, and the sleeves of his robe on both arms were blasted into countless shreds by the force of the energy.

He retreated seven steps.

Each step he took left a deep footprint on the ring, and the obsidian turned to dust beneath his feet.

On the seventh step, he could no longer hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the golden robe, a shocking sight.

"...The Marquis of Weeping Blood!"

Master Liaoyin's voice was hoarse, trembling with disbelief.

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of eyes looked up at the sky at the same time.

The Blood Shadow Elder was also forced back by Dongfang Shuo's palm strike, but he did not attack again after retreating. His face was gloomy as he looked up at the black-armored figure that emerged from the spatial vortex, and for the first time, deep fear appeared in his cloudy old eyes.

Dongfang Shuo withdrew his hand and stood still. Upon seeing the figure, a long-lost smile appeared on his aged face. He refrained from attacking, instead retreating to Dongfang Weiwo's side and whispering, "Young Master, the Master has arrived."

Dongfang Weiwo looked up at the figure descending from the sky.

Dongfang Wudi descended step by step from the void.

Each step he took treaded on invisible steps, the soles of his boots striking the air with a dull thud, like the beating of war drums. His black armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the dark cloak behind him billowed in the wind like a black battle banner.

He landed on the arena and stood in front of Dongfang Weiwo.

He was half a head taller than Dongfang Weiwo, his broad shoulders like an insurmountable city wall. Standing there, it was as if the entire northern ice plains, snowstorms, iron cavalry, and battle flags were all condensed into his body.

His gaze was sharp as he slowly swept across the entire room.

Everyone he looked at felt a chill run down their spine. The representatives of various factions who had just been eager to get a share of the spoils all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Wanfo Temple." Dongfang Wudi's voice was calm, yet carried an oppressive force that made people dare not breathe. "What grandeur."

He glanced at Master Yin, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"My son obtained the Celestial Inheritance through his own strength, and you bully the weak because you are strong? Liaoyin, after a hundred years of cultivation, is this the kind of magnanimity you have cultivated?"

Master Liaoyin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face extremely pale. He forced himself to stand upright, clasped his hands together, and tried to maintain the last shred of dignity: "Your Excellency misunderstands, this old monk merely..."

"Just what?" Dongfang Wudi interrupted him rudely, his voice suddenly rising like a sharp blade severing Liao Yin's words, "Just that you think my son will become the second Demon God Lü?"

He scoffed, "With the Demon God Lü guarding the imperial mausoleum, does your Ten Thousand Buddha Temple dare to set foot even half a step into the imperial city?"

Master Liaoyin's face turned pale and then red, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Dongfang Wudi didn't bother to look at him anymore and turned his gaze to the Blood Shadow Elder. Those eyes were like two cold blades forged from the icy plains of the North, carrying a chill that could freeze the soul.

"Heavenly Demon Sect. Blood Shadow."

He pronounced the two names, each word uttered slowly and deliberately, each syllable carrying a strong killing intent.

"Your Heavenly Demon Sect has been involved in all these years—kidnapping children to create demonic puppets, slaughtering villages to collect their life essence, colluding with alien races from the northern border to sell intelligence—do you really think nobody knows?"

The old man's expression changed drastically: "You—"

"If you dare touch my son today, I will raze your entire kingdom to the ground tomorrow!" Dongfang Wudi's voice boomed like thunder, making the Blood Shadow Elder's eardrums ring. "Believe it or not, I mean what I say."

The old man's face was so dark it seemed to drip water. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something harsh, but seeing Dongfang Wudi's expression that said, "If you say another word, I'll kill you on the spot," he swallowed the words back down.

Finally, he snorted coldly, turned around and returned to the Heavenly Demon Sect's camp, his back view showing a hint of dishevelment.

Dongfang Wudi ignored him.

His gaze slowly swept across the entire scene, from the Four Extremes Sword Sect to the Chu family, from the True Martial Dao Sect to the imperial court, from the Murong family to the Dugu family, from independent cultivators to large and small forces.

Everyone whose gaze swept over him felt as if the cold winds of the North had brushed against their cheeks.

"Today," Dongfang Wudi spoke, his voice not loud, yet it resonated like a war drum in everyone's hearts, "anyone who dares to harm my son, I, Dongfang Wudi, will fight them to the death."

He paused, his gaze sharpening further:

"Although the Blood-Weeping Army is far in the northern border, my invincible 300,000 iron cavalry from the East can flatten the gates of any family in the Eastern Continent in a single day."

He looked at them one by one:

"Wanfo Temple, your mountain gates, sealed for ten thousand years, can they stop my iron cavalry?"

Master Liaoyin closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, without answering.

"Heavenly Demon Sect, can your protective formation in the Hundred Thousand Mountains withstand a single charge from my Northern Iron Cavalry?"

The old man clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, but he still did not answer.

"Anyone who wants to try can step forward now."

He opened his arms wide, as if embracing the battlefield:

"I, Dongfang Wudi, stand here today. Anyone who dares to harm my son will have to step over my dead body first."

No one speaks.

Master Liaoyin of Wanfo Temple turned ashen-faced, lowered his head, and began to purify himself, remaining silent.

The Blood Shadow Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, with a cold gaze, sat back in the shadows, remaining silent.

The Grand Elder of the Four Extremes Sword Sect, Jian Wuming, remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head slightly and turning to leave. Chu Tianxing, the head of the Chu family, gently waved his folding fan, watching Dongfang Wudi's retreating figure, and murmured, "Thirty years have passed, and the Weeping Blood Marquis has grown even stronger." Then he too turned and left.

Master Qingyuan of the Zhenwu Dao Sect lightly swept his whisk and sighed, "This farce should come to an end." He silently retreated with Guiyuan.

The court official Cao Zhengchun had a complicated expression. He glanced at Dongfang Wudi, then at Dongfang Weiwo, and finally just cupped his hands in greeting without saying a word.

Other forces, large and small, remained silent, not daring to utter a sound.

The King of the East Sea sat upright in the main seat, setting down his teacup, his smile deepening. He gazed at Dongfang Wudi's retreating figure, his eyes profound: "Weeping Blood Marquis… thirty years have passed, and you still have the same temper. But only a temper like this could raise such a son."

He stood up, his voice resounding throughout the arena: "The duel is over. The East is the victor, and the Celestial Legacy belongs to them. Any objections may be raised now."

No one speaks.

"Since there are no objections, let's conclude today's matter here." The King of the East Sea smiled slightly. "Gentlemen, please return."

Night was falling.

The various forces dispersed like the receding tide, and the lights in the camp went out one by one, leaving behind a mess and countless unfinished discussions.

"The Blood-Weeping Marquis has come in person... He's the number one war god of the Northern Frontier!"

"Master Liaoyin was struck by his palm from a distance and coughed up blood; Elder Blood Shadow was silenced by a single insult from him... This strength is terrifying."

"The Dongfang family, father and son, are both ruthless. This Dongfang Weiwo is someone we must never mess with again."

"Who can argue with that? My father is the commander of 300,000 iron cavalry in the North, and I myself have received the inheritance of a celestial being... Who would dare to touch him?"

"Luckily I didn't make a move today... otherwise I wouldn't even know how I died."

"Shh, stop talking, let's go."

After that night, the name of Dongfang Weiwo spread throughout the Eastern Continent.

The son of the Marquis of Weeping Blood, the master of the Heavenly and Human lineage, a peerless genius who defeats many enemies single-handedly, with 300,000 iron cavalry monsters standing behind him in the Northern Territory.

No one dared to underestimate him anymore.

No one dared to covet his legacy anymore.

From this day forward, I, the only one in the East, will no longer need to hide.