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

The news spread throughout the Eastern Continent faster than Dongfang Weiwo had anticipated.

On the seventh day after the Battle of Frostmaple Plains ended, everyone in the teahouses and taverns of Haidong City, the largest port on the eastern coast, was talking about the "Young Dragon Leader of the Azure Dragon Society".

The eighteen-year-old boy, the second son of the Bloodthirsty Marquis Dongfang Wudi, became a disciple of the mysterious leader of the Azure Dragon Society. The three dragon leaders of the Azure Dragon Society, Li Chenzhou, the fourth dragon leader, Guan Qi, and the second dragon leader, Bai Yujing—these renowned figures all called him "Young Dragon Leader".

Some were amazed, some were afraid, and some secretly plotted.

But none of these have anything to do with the East China Sea.

Deeper into the East China Sea, another force is being pushed to the forefront.

Ten Thousand Snake Island, the main altar of the underworld.

Three days ago, the news that Jue Wushen had killed Wudu Zhenren with a single punch had spread throughout the seventy-two islands of the East China Sea. Wudu Zhenren had been entrenched on Giant Whale Island for fifty years, and his cultivation at the third level of Grandmaster was considered a prominent figure among the rogue cultivators of the East China Sea. However, he couldn't even withstand a second punch from the Five Observers King of the Underworld.

As the news spread, the pirate forces that had been poised to make a move around Ten Thousand Snake Island withdrew from the hundred-mile sea area overnight. The word "underworld" began to be equated with "not to be provoked" in the mouths of cultivators in the East Sea.

But some people couldn't sit still.

Today, in the council hall of Ten Thousand Snake Island, three different auras each occupied a certain area.

Song Que stood by the window, his long sword resting across his lap, his gaze fixed on the surging sea outside. His Heavenly Blade intent resonated with the tides, each rise and fall subtly echoing a mysterious rhythm of heaven and earth.

The Godless One sat on the giant rock chair to the left of the main seat, his dark golden skin gleaming coldly in the candlelight. A white mark on his chest, which had just healed, was still slightly red—a remnant of his self-inflicted injury from practicing his fist techniques. Although his indestructible golden body had been perfected, his cultivation continued.

Tie Zhongtang stood before the long table of nautical charts in the center, a blood-red flag planted in its base behind him, its surface fluttering even without wind. He pointed to a spot on the chart marked with cinnabar, his brow slightly furrowed.

"The Flood Dragon Clan has arrived."

"So what if they're here?" Jue Wushen said in a gruff voice, "I'll send them on their toes with one punch."

"I can't get rid of them."

Tie Zhongtang looked up at him. "The one who has come is the Third Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan, a Grandmaster at the seventh level. He brought a 'letter of advice,' the wording of which was very polite, essentially stating that Ten Thousand Snake Island and Giant Whale Island are the traditional hunting grounds of the Flood Dragon Clan, and requesting the Underworld to 'relocate' elsewhere."

Song Que asked calmly, "What if we don't move?"

"The Third Prince said that the ancestor of the Flood Dragon Clan is still asleep, but there are still more than ten Grandmasters in the clan. If the Underworld insists on not retreating, the sea creatures of the seventy-two islands of the East Sea will jointly petition—to awaken the ancestor ahead of schedule."

"A half-step Celestial Being." Jue Wushen finally sat up straight, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fighting spirit. "Perfect. I haven't yet tested whether a half-step Celestial Being can break through my Indestructible Golden Body."

Tie Zhongtang shook his head: "A half-step Celestial Being is no match for you. I've investigated the background of the Flood Dragon Clan—that ancestor slept in the underwater Dragon Palace for nearly ten thousand years, and back then he was a peak figure below the Celestial Being giants. After ten thousand years of stagnation, even if he hasn't broken through to the Celestial Being realm, he's definitely a top-tier existence among the half-step Celestial Beings. For you to go up from the Ninth Heaven is tantamount to suicide."

Jue Wushen snorted, not refuting, but his expression was not pleasant.

Song Que turned around from the window, his sharp, knife-like gaze falling on the sea chart: "There's someone behind the Flood Dragon Clan."

"King of the East Sea."

Tie Zhongtang nodded. "After we occupied Ten Thousand Snake Island, the East Sea King's patrol envoys came three times for 'routine inspections,' each time precisely at the moment when our defenses were weakest. This time, the 'admonition' from the Flood Dragon Clan arrived so quickly; there must be someone in the East Sea King's Palace stirring things up."

"Using someone else to do the dirty work," Song Que said calmly.

"Let him borrow it." Tie Zhongtang's finger fell back onto the nautical chart, and he pointed heavily. "The seventy-two islands in the East China Sea are a complex web of power struggles."

The Flood Dragon Clan is the leader of the sea races, the Loose Cultivator Alliance has the largest number of members, and pirate forces operate in the shadows. They each govern themselves independently, but their only commonality is—none of them want to see the Underworld grow too powerful. If we deal with them one by one, we'll never finish.

"you mean?"

"Hit the biggest one."

Tie Zhongtang raised his head, his eyes flashing with sharpness. "Since the Flood Dragon Clan has stepped forward, we'll fight them. Once we subdue them, the rogue cultivators and pirates will kneel on their own. The King of the East Sea wants to use someone else to do his dirty work—we'll break that knife and see what other knife he has left to borrow."

There was three breaths of silence in the council chamber.

Jue Wushen abruptly stood up, his dark golden fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "When are we going to make our move?"

"Now."

Song Que stood up, sword in hand, his blue robe fluttering.

Tie Zhongtang pulled out the Iron Blood Banner from behind him with a backhand. The banner fluttered in the wind, and the blood-red patterns flowed in the candlelight like a surging river of blood.

"The God of No Divinity will lead the vanguard to attack the Dragon Palace, while Song Que will hold Ten Thousand Serpent Island, using the Heavenly Blade to blockade the sea and cut off the dragon clan's reinforcements. I will lead the Iron Blood Flag Guard to incorporate the scattered cultivator forces—advancing from three directions, the outcome will be decided within seven days."

Just before leaving, Jue Wushen turned back and asked, "Should we tell the Master?"

Tie Zhongtang paused, remaining silent for a moment: "Report after the battle is over. The Underworld establishing itself in the East Sea is our own business; don't distract the Lord. He just finished attacking Qinglong Temple in the west and needs rest."

The three of them said nothing more and went their separate ways.

What the dragons didn't know was that on the very day they sent out their "letter of advice," the underworld's sword was already at their throats.

Three days later, in the depths of the East China Sea, at Jiaolong Abyss.

This is the core area of ​​the East China Sea sea creatures, and the surrounding thousand miles of sea area are covered by layers of restrictions set up by the Jiaolong clan.

Three thousand miles below the sea, a magnificent dragon palace, forged from millennia-old coral and deep-sea iron, stands amidst an underwater canyon, stretching for hundreds of miles.

At the main gate of the Dragon Palace, two hundred-foot-tall stone dragon statues stand facing each other, each with a luminous pearl embedded in its eye, illuminating the seabed for dozens of miles around as bright as day.

Today, an uninvited guest arrived at the gates of the Dragon Palace.

The god Jue Wushen descended from the sea. With each step he took, the seawater beneath his feet was forced to the sides by an invisible force, revealing a dry seabed that led directly to the gates of the Dragon Palace.

Behind him followed three hundred elites from the underworld—all of them were at least Grandmaster level, and they used secret techniques to avoid water, walking on the sea as if it were flat ground.

The Dragon Palace was guarded by two Grandmaster-level dragons. When they saw someone coming across the sea, their eyes flashed with both surprise and anger.

"Who goes there?! How dare you trespass into the Dragon Abyss—"

Absolutely no God threw a punch.

No fancy moves, no building up power, just the purest killing punch, the first move – Collapse the Sea.

The force of the fist entered the sea, instantly compressing the water within a hundred miles into a visible spherical depression before it exploded with a deafening roar. The two dragon guards were caught in the blast, their scales shattered, and they were sent flying backward, crashing through the gates of the Dragon Palace.

Jue Wushen withdrew his fist and stepped over the broken threshold.

"The Underworld, the Five Officials King, is utterly without divine power, and has come to collect the answers from the Dragon Clan. Your letter of advice—I will not accept it."