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

Dai Qisi was the first to move.

Her purple robes fluttered, and her figure darted out like a ghost, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to catch.

A guardian at the early stage of the Divine Meridian Realm only felt a flash of purple shadow before his eyes, a chill on his neck, and blood gushing out.

One strike to kill.

Yin Tianzheng strode out, his claws like hooks, tearing through the air.

"Eagle Claw Technique - Sky-Splitting!"

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One of the guardians had his chest ripped open, blood splattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground dead.

Xie Xun drew his sword, his golden hair flying, his fierce aura soaring to the sky.

"Overlord Blade - Slash!"

With a single slash, the blade's energy stretched for three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and the two guardians were cleaved in two before they could even scream.

Wei Yixiao moved like lightning, weaving through the crowd in an instant.

With each flash, one islander fell to the ground.

His lightness skill was so fast that those people couldn't even see his figure. They only felt a gust of wind blow by, and their throats were cut open.

In a short time, more than half of the ten guardians were killed or wounded, and a large number of the three hundred islanders fell.

Old Man Bibo's face turned ashen.

"court death!"

He roared, unleashing his full mastery of power, and his figure shot forward like an arrow, hurtling straight at Yang Dingtian.

"Azure Wave Palm - Raging Waves!"

With a single palm strike, the force of the palm swept in like a raging torrent.

The four Dharma Kings retreated in unison—the power of a Grandmaster was beyond their ability to withstand.

Yang Dingtian remained unmoved, a cold smile still playing on his lips.

The palm strike was about to hit him—

He made his move.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, seventh level.

The old man's palm strike suddenly changed direction three feet away from Yang Dingtian, as if drawn by an invisible force, and struck back towards the old man himself.

"What?!"

The old man was shocked and retreated hastily, but he was still hit by the aftershock of his own palm strike, staggering back several steps with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"What...what kind of technique is this?"

Yang Dingtian did not answer, but took a step forward.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth—using leverage and redirection to strike with borrowed strength.

His palm strike, seemingly ordinary, contained the full power of the old man Bibo's previous palm strike, plus Yang Dingtian's own internal energy.

The old man's pupils contracted sharply, and he thrust out both palms in a desperate attempt to defend himself.

boom!

The force of their palms collided, and shockwaves scattered in all directions.

Old Man Bibo was sent flying backwards and crashed heavily onto the beach, spitting out blood and turning pale.

"Island Owner!"

The remaining Dharma protectors and islanders were greatly alarmed and rushed forward.

The old man struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at Yang Dingtian.

"Who...who are you?"

Yang Dingtian stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm, yet it resounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

"The Underworld, King Biancheng."

Old Man Bibo shuddered.

The underworld? King Biancheng?

He had never heard of this name before.

But the strength of the person in front of me... is at least at the late stage of the Grandmaster realm!

"You…" Old Man Bibo gritted his teeth, "What do you want?"

Yang Dingtian said calmly, "Two paths."

"First, submit to the Underworld, and Azure Wave Island becomes an appendage of the Underworld."

"Second, death."

The old man's expression changed.

Surrender?

He had been operating in the East China Sea for thirty years. As the dignified lord of Bibo Island and a Grandmaster-level expert, how could he possibly submit to an outsider?

You may refuse to submit...

He looked at Yang Dingtian, then at the Four Dharma Kings, and then at the pile of corpses on the ground.

"I..." Old Man Bibo took a deep breath, "I surrender."

Yang Dingtian nodded.

"From this day forward, Azure Wave Island is under the jurisdiction of the Underworld. You remain the island's lord, but you must obey the Underworld's orders."

"Those who disobey will be executed."

The old man with the blue waves bowed his head: "Yes..."

The news of Bibo Island's surrender was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves.

In just a few days, the name "Underworld" spread throughout the East China Sea and the southwestern sea area.

Some say that King Biancheng of the Underworld, with his late-stage Grandmaster cultivation, is unfathomable.

Some say that his four Dharma Kings are all at the peak of the Divine Meridian Realm, each capable of taking on a hundred men.

Some say that even the old man Bibo couldn't withstand a single move from him.

Some say that the underworld sent only five people to subdue the entire Bibo Island.

The news reached Giant Whale Island, the Sand Gang, the Five Poisons Sect, the King of the East Sea...

The various factions reacted differently.

Giant Whale Island

The Great Whale Master put down his teacup, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"The underworld? King Biancheng?"

"Investigate. Find out the origins of this force."

"The East China Sea... is getting more and more lively."

Hai Sha Gang

Sha Tongtian sat on the gang leader's throne, stroking his chin.

"The underworld? Never heard of it."

"Send someone to make contact and see if they are friend or foe."

Five Poisons Sect

The Five Poisons Master sneered: "Another force that doesn't know its own limitations."

"Let them make a scene. When things get out of hand, someone will take care of them."

The Eastern Sea Prince's Mansion.

King Qin Zhao of the East Sea sat in his palace in Haizhou Prefecture, holding a secret report in his hand.

"The Underworld... King Biancheng... Late-stage Grandmaster Realm..."

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"Origin unknown, appeared out of nowhere, strength unfathomable..."

"Send someone to keep a close watch, but don't alert them."

The Thirteen Great Thieves of the East China Sea

On Blackwind Island, the Sea Demon King grinned after hearing the report.

"interesting."

"Another one trying to get a piece of the pie in the East China Sea."

"Let them come. The waters of the East Sea are very deep."

After Bibo Island submitted, Yang Dingtian neither went on a killing spree nor expanded his territory.

He merely established a small outpost on Bibo Island, leaving Dai Qisi and Wei Yixiao to guard it, while he returned to the deserted island with Yin Tianzheng and Xie Xun.

"Why not take this opportunity to expand?" Yin Tianzheng asked, puzzled.

Yang Dingtian shook his head: "No rush. The East Sea is deep, and all five major powers have Grandmasters in charge. If we show ourselves too quickly now, it will only attract unnecessary trouble."

"So, what does King Biancheng mean...?"

"Let's establish a foothold first," Yang Dingtian said. "Bibo Island is just the first step. Next, we need to secretly recruit those small and medium-sized forces and gradually infiltrate them. There's no need to rush."

Yin Tianzheng nodded: "The King of Biancheng is right."

Yang Dingtian looked out at the sea, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"The Underworld is not about seeking immediate gratification. What we need to do is establish a firm foothold in the East Sea, so that everyone who mentions the Underworld will feel that it is unfathomable."

"Let them guess, let them think, let them be afraid."

"But never let them know what the underworld's trump card is."

Yin Tianzheng felt a chill run down his spine.

That's what makes it unfathomable.

It doesn't establish its authority through killing, but through intimidation through mystery.

a few days later.

Azure Wave Island, the temporary council hall of the underworld.

Yang Dingtian sat in the main seat, with the four Dharma Kings standing on either side.

The old man Bibo stood respectfully to the lower seat, his arrogance as a grandmaster gone.

"King Biancheng, there are three other small and medium-sized forces around us that have not yet submitted," Elder Bibo reported.

Yang Dingtian glanced at him indifferently, picked up his teacup, and took a slow sip.

"No rush."

The old man with the blue waves paused slightly, then tentatively asked, "Does the King of Biancheng mean... to send someone to persuade him to surrender first?"

"Surrender?" Yang Dingtian put down his teacup, a faint smile playing on his lips. "The Underworld never initiates surrenders."

Old Man Bibo felt a chill run down his spine.

Yang Dingtian stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the boundless sea outside. His tone was as calm as if he were talking about something trivial:

"Let them observe for now. Now that the Underworld has come to the East Sea, they won't just be passing through. Sooner or later, those forces will realize that there are some beings in this sea that they cannot afford to provoke."

He paused, then turned to look at the old man with the deep blue waves, his gaze as unfathomable as an abyss:

"As for what the underworld really is, how powerful it is, and how many strong individuals it has... what you've seen today is just the tip of the iceberg. The rest, you will naturally know when the time is right."

The old man, Bibo, was deeply shaken.

Just the tip of the iceberg?

He recalled that battle—the King of Biancheng only used one palm strike from beginning to end, and even that was with his own power. The four Dharma Kings each displayed their supernatural abilities, but that was clearly not their full strength.

What's even more terrifying is, besides these five people, how many others are there in the underworld? How many more hidden masters are there?

King Biancheng never said it outright, but it was precisely this "silence" that made people more wary than any boasting.

Old Man Bibo secretly took a breath; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He had initially harbored some ambitions—no matter how powerful the underworld was, it was still a newcomer with an unstable foundation. If he could simply feign compliance, he might have a chance to turn things around in the future.

But now...

He dared not think about it anymore.

The most terrifying force is one that doesn't even let you see its trump cards.

"King Biancheng is wise." The old man with the blue waves bowed deeply, his voice becoming even more respectful. "Your subordinate understands. As for the depths of the underworld, I will not ask what I should not ask, nor will I inquire about what I should not inquire about. Your subordinate will only focus on doing his duty."

Yang Dingtian nodded in satisfaction.

"And one more thing," he added, "the name of the Underworld shouldn't be revealed too much to the public for now. It's enough for the outside world to know 'King Biancheng.' As for what the Underworld is, how big it is, and how many people live there... let them guess for themselves."

"Yes." Old Man Bibo bowed and accepted the order.

After leaving the council chamber, Old Man Bibo looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.

He suddenly remembered something an old pirate had told him years ago: "In this East Sea, the most terrifying thing is not those arrogant and domineering overlords, but those forces that you can't understand at all. The more they don't speak, the more afraid you become."

Today, he has truly learned his lesson.

Outside the window, seagulls swept by, their cries piercing the sky.

The winds of the East China Sea are quietly shifting.