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

East China Sea, Bibo Island.

Yang Dingtian stood at the highest point of the island, hands behind his back, overlooking the entire island. His dark gold python robe fluttered in the sea breeze, like an emperor surveying his domain.

Over the past month, the Underworld has used Bibo Island as a springboard to secretly recruit seven or eight small and medium-sized forces in the surrounding area, and its influence now covers a radius of three hundred miles of sea.

After defeating Han Tao, the deputy leader of the Sea Sand Gang, in the Battle of Wave Island, the name "King Biancheng" spread throughout the southwestern waters of the East China Sea. Some were terrified, some were suspicious, and some were eager to test the strength of this newly emerging force.

But Yang Dingtian was not satisfied.

Three hundred li? That's just the beginning.

"King Biancheng." Dai Qisi's voice came from behind, gentle yet tinged with seriousness, "Sha Tongtian of the Hai Sha Gang has made a move."

Yang Dingtian didn't turn around: "Speak."

"Sha Tongtian did not take action personally, but he dispatched two elders of the Hai Sha Gang—'Iron Hammer' Han Dali and 'Ghost Blade' Liu Wuchang, both of whom were at the mid-stage of the Grandmaster level. They led fifteen warships and eight hundred gang members and were heading towards Langhua Island."

Dai Qisi paused, her purple eyes narrowing slightly. "Moreover, he announced that the Underworld must either submit to the Sea Sand Gang or disappear from the East Sea. He's only giving us three days to consider."

"Submit? Disappear?"

White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng sneered, his white beard fluttering even without wind. His aura as a peak-stage Innate Realm expert instantly dissipated, making the surrounding air heavy. "The Sea Sand Gang has quite the nerve. Who is Sha Tongtian? He dares to demand our allegiance?"

"Eagle King, please calm down."

Wei Yixiao's shrill voice rang out, but he leaned against the shade of a tree ten steps away, as if he might disappear into the sunlight at any moment. "Sha Tongtian is a Grandmaster, so he has the right to say such things. But for him to send two elders at the mid-stage of the Grandmaster level is to underestimate us. Eight hundred gang members? I can kill them all by myself."

"Then let them never return."

Xie Xun gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his golden hair dancing wildly in the sea breeze, his eyes flashing with golden light, like a lion ready to devour its prey. "Perfect timing to test if this sword of mine can cleave open the head of a mid-stage Grandmaster."

The four Dharma Kings, Yin Tianzheng, Xie Xun, Wei Yixiao, and Dai Qisi, are all top-tier masters at the peak of the Innate Divine Meridian realm.

Such a configuration would be enough to dominate everything in the southwest waters of the East China Sea, except for the Hai Sha Gang. But Yang Dingtian didn't want to sweep everything away, but to kill with one blow, to intimidate, to make the entire East China Sea shudder at the mere mention of the word "underworld".

Yang Dingtian turned around, his gaze calmly sweeping over the four Dharma Kings, and slowly said, "The Sea Sand Gang has sent two mid-stage Grandmasters this time, which is much stronger than last time."

He stood with his hands behind his back, speaking as if it were a trivial matter: "What we want is for the entire East Sea to know that the Underworld cannot be lightly insulted. Those who do so will die."

The four Dharma Kings clasped their hands in unison, their eyes gleaming: "Please give the order, King Biancheng!"

"Yin Tianzheng, Xie Xun," Yang Dingtian began assigning tasks, "You two will face the enemy head-on, using offense as defense, and crush their fleet. Eagle King will lead the attack, Lion King will finish them off, and don't let a single one escape."

"Yes, sir!"

"Wei Yixiao, you flank from the side."

Before taking action, kill their leader and flag bearer, leaving them leaderless. Without command, the eight hundred gang members are like eight hundred headless flies.

"Hehe, this is the kind of job I like best." Wei Yixiao's voice was erratic, as if he was no longer in the same place.

"Daiqisi, dive into the sea and cut off their retreat. The Purple-Robed Dragon King is more dangerous underwater than on land, isn't he?"

Dai Qisi smiled sweetly: "King Biancheng is right. Not a single member of the Sea Sand Gang will return to shore alive."

Yang Dingtian concluded, "As for those two elders—I will personally take action."

The four Dharma Kings clasped their fists in unison, offering no objections. Yin Tianzheng said in a deep voice, "King Biancheng, although the four of us are not Grandmasters, we can easily wipe out eight hundred gang members and fifteen warships together. Those two mid-stage Grandmasters are yours to handle."

Yang Dingtian nodded, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, but his smile was devoid of any warmth.

"I said I would show them that the Underworld is not to be trifled with. The heads of these two elders are the best answer. Grandmaster against grandmaster—the two of them are not enough for me to kill."

He paused, his dark gold python robe fluttering without wind, and a sharp, domineering killing intent emanated from him. It was the aura of a mid-stage Grandmaster, yet it was as powerful and profound as a great river, far surpassing others of the same level.

"Although I am only a mid-stage Grandmaster, killing two opponents of the same level is more than enough for me."

Yang Dingtian said calmly, without a trace of arrogance in his tone, as if stating a perfectly simple fact, "Moreover, I want everyone to be guessing—just how strong is the King of Biancheng?"

Wei Yixiao laughed shrilly, "Then we can kill the minions without worry. Eagle King, Lion King, Dragon King, let's see who kills the most!"

The four Dharma Kings exchanged a glance, bowed in unison, and departed to receive their orders.

Half a day later, in the sea area twenty miles east of Langhua Island.

The fleet of the Sea Sand Gang sailed in with great fanfare, fifteen warships arranged in a wedge formation, their imposing presence and banners obscuring the sky. The sails were embroidered with huge characters for "sand," billowing like thunder in the sea breeze.

Leading the group was a three-story ship, with two elderly men, one fat and one thin, standing at the bow.

He was fat and round, with a face full of fat and a fierce look in his eyes like copper bells. A copper hammer, bigger than his body and weighing at least 800 pounds, hung from his waist.

It was none other than Han Dali, the Left Elder of the Sea Sand Gang, nicknamed "Iron Hammer." He was a mid-stage Grandmaster with unparalleled martial arts skills, making him impervious to swords and spears. He had roamed the East China Sea for thirty years without encountering an opponent.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole, with a sinister face and a slanted scar at the corner of his eye. Two curved swords hung at his waist, their blades as black as ink, emitting a faint, sweet, and fishy smell—a sign that they had been coated with the deadly venom of sea snakes.

It was none other than the Right Elder, "Ghost Blade" Liu Wuchang. He was also a mid-stage Grandmaster, but his speed was extremely fast and his swordsmanship was unpredictable. No fewer than five Grandmasters had died under his blade.

Both were top-tier mid-stage Grandmasters who had dominated the East Sea for many years, earning a fearsome reputation. Even the Grandmaster Sha Tongtian acknowledged their strength.

"Wave Island is just ahead."

Han Dali said in a deep voice, his voice like the striking of a bronze bell, making the eardrums of the gang members beside him hurt, "I heard that the people in the Underworld have some skills. Even that kid Han Tao was defeated. Although that kid is a waste, he is still a Grandmaster in the early stage. The fact that he was defeated by a new force shows that the Underworld is not a complete rabble."

"Who does Han Tao think he is?"

Liu Wuchang sneered, his sinister face full of disdain. "A mere early-stage Grandmaster isn't even worth mentioning in this sea. Yin Tianzheng, Xie Xun, Wei Yixiao, Dai Qisi—these names sound impressive, but they're mostly self-taught peak-stage Innate Realm cultivators who popped up from some remote corner. They're not even Grandmasters, yet they dare to be so insolent in front of us? If the two of us, both mid-stage Grandmasters, were to make a move, wouldn't the Underworld kneel down obediently? Do we really need to bring fifteen ships?"

Han Dali grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "The gang leader is always cautious. But that's fine too, more men means more loot. The Underworld has raided quite a bit of territory this past month, there should be plenty of money to be made."

"I want 70% of the profits," Liu Wuchang said calmly.

"On what grounds?"

"Because I'm faster than you."

As the two were arguing, suddenly a white line appeared on the sea ahead, approaching the fleet at an alarming speed. The white line sliced ​​through the sea like a sharp blade, causing the water to surge to both sides with a thunderous roar.

"There's an ambush!"

The lookout exclaimed in surprise, his voice trembling.