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

The white line drew closer and faster until everyone could see clearly—it wasn't a wave, but an extremely sharp blade of light!

The blade's light stretched for tens of feet, a vast expanse of white that made the sky appear white.

boom!

The blade flashed and struck the foremost warship, cleaving it cleanly in two as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand. Splinters flew, seawater rushed in, and the broken hull tilted to either side. Before the Sea Sand Gang members on board could react, they were thrown into the sea along with their vessel, screaming as they fell and were instantly swallowed by the churning water.

The sea was stained red with blood.

"Who goes there!" Han Dali roared, raising his bronze hammer high and unleashing a yellowish-brown energy blast towards the direction from which the blade light had come. The energy slammed into the sea, sending up a water column several meters high, but the source of the blade light had already vanished without a trace.

On the sea, a burly man with flowing blond hair and a broad back strode across the water, each step creating ripples as if he were walking on flat ground. He gripped a thick-backed broadsword, its blade still dripping with seawater, and exuded an extremely ferocious aura. His eyes gleamed with golden light, like a demon god crawling out of hell.

Xie Xun, the Golden Lion King, possessed the power of a single, powerful strike from a peak-level Innate Divine Meridian, capable of cleaving a warship in two.

"Golden-haired Lion King Xie Xun, please enlighten me, brothers of the Sea Sand Gang!"

Xie Xun's voice boomed like thunder, exploding on the sea and making the ears of his followers on the ship's side ring. Before he finished speaking, he slashed out again, the blade's energy a blinding white blur, heading straight for the mast of a nearby warship.

Boom! The mast snapped at the base, the sails collapsed with a crash, and the crew scattered in terror.

"You're courting death!" Han Dali swung his bronze hammer, intending to attack Xie Xun. His mid-stage Grandmaster aura erupted, his earthen-yellow qi surging forth like a raging torrent, about to take him into the air—

Just then, a cry of an eagle came from the side.

Yin Tian, ​​like a roc spreading its wings, swooped down from the sky, his arms outstretched for over ten feet, his ten fingers like iron hooks, and with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, aimed straight for Han Dali's face.

His eagle claws were covered with a layer of cyan qi, which was extremely sharp, but Yin Tianzheng knew clearly that there was an insurmountable gap between the peak of the Innate Realm and the mid-stage of the Grandmaster Realm. His attack was not to kill the enemy, but to restrain him.

"Eagle Claw Kung Fu? You dare to attack me even at the peak of the Innate Realm?" Han Dali sneered, and with a palm strike, the earth-yellow qi smashed towards Yin Tianzheng like a giant hammer.

Yin Tianzheng spun around quickly, barely dodging the palm strike, but the wind from the palm grazed his shoulder, causing his blood to surge and his body to fly backward. He somersaulted in mid-air and landed on the sea dozens of feet away, his feet on the water, his face slightly pale.

"A mid-stage Grandmaster is indeed no match for a Xiantian." Yin Tianzheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes gleamed even brighter. "But what I want is just to distract you."

Han Dali was startled, suddenly feeling a chill creep down his spine. It was an aura ten times more dangerous than Yin Tianzheng's.

But before he could turn around, Wei Yixiao's figure had already swept past him, so fast that even his afterimage couldn't be caught.

The Green-Winged Bat King's lightness skill was unparalleled in the world. Although he was at the peak of the Innate Realm, his speed was so fast that even Han Dali, who was at the mid-stage of the Grandmaster Realm, couldn't react in time. Wei Yixiao didn't attack Han Dali; he attacked the ship's rudder, the sails, and the flag officer.

"Ah—!" A series of screams rang out as the helmsmen of the three warships collapsed simultaneously, thin lines of blood appearing on their necks. Wei Yixiao's figure moved like a ghost, paralyzing the command systems wherever he went.

On the sea, Dai Qisi emerged from the waves like a mermaid, her purple robes fluttering, her soft sword moving like a serpent. She submerged and pierced the hull of a warship with a single strike, sending seawater surging in. Before the members of the Sea Sand Gang who had fallen into the water could even struggle, she swiftly slit their throats with her sword, wiping them out completely.

The four Dharma Kings, all at the peak of the Innate Realm, were no match for those at the mid-stage of the Grandmaster Realm. However, they never directly confronted the two elders—their goal from the beginning was the fifteen warships and eight hundred followers.

"Kill these ants first!"

Enraged, Liu Wuchang threw down his broken scimitar and unleashed a streak of azure light, intending to kill Wei Yixiao first. He was fast, but Wei Yixiao was even faster, using his lightness skill to dodge left and right through the fleet, and Liu Wuchang couldn't catch up for a while.

"Elder Ghost Blade, your opponent is here."

A deep voice came from high above, like a judgment from the depths of hell.

Han Dali and Liu Wuchang looked up at the same time, their pupils suddenly contracting.

Yang Dingtian stood suspended in mid-air, his dark gold python robe fluttering in the sea breeze, his long hair dancing in the wind, and a faint golden aura surrounding him. He stood there, dozens of feet above the ground, looking down at the carnage below, like a Yama, the King of Hell, looking down on the ants of the mortal realm.

Standing in mid-air—that's a skill only grandmasters possess. But Yang Dingtian, who clearly only had the aura of a mid-stage grandmaster, accomplished something that even many grandmasters might not be able to do.

"Bian...King Biancheng..." Han Dali's voice trembled, "You're only a mid-stage Grandmaster, how come..."

Yang Dingtian did not answer.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers clenching lightly, the movement as casual as if he were holding a wine glass.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, seventh level.

An invisible force surged from the void, enveloping both Han Dali and Liu Wuchang. That force was unseen and intangible, yet terrifyingly real, like the will of heaven and earth, like the ironclad laws of fate.

The two felt as if an invisible giant hand was gripping their bodies, squeezing them from all sides, rendering them unable to move. They desperately tried to break free by channeling their inner energy, but the force remained unmoved, instead growing stronger and tighter.

"No...it's impossible..."

Liu Wuchang's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear, "You're also a mid-stage Grandmaster, how could you... how could you possibly crush the two of us!"

Han Dali was terrified and struggled frantically, his entire body surging with internal energy. He was a master of external martial arts, with a body of copper skin and iron bones, impervious to swords and spears, but at this moment, in the face of that invisible force, he could clearly feel the bones in his body making creaking sounds, as if they would be crushed at any moment.

Yang Dingtian looked at them calmly, his eyes devoid of murderous intent, anger, or even any emotion, as if he were looking at two ants struggling for their lives.

"Mid-stage Grandmaster?" He chuckled, a smile that held an indescribable meaning. "Even though they're both mid-stage Grandmasters, the difference can be as vast as the heavens."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his fists tightly.

Click.

Han Dali's body couldn't withstand it first. The sound of bones shattering rang out like firecrackers, breaking apart inch by inch from his limbs to his torso, and from his torso to his head. He didn't even have time to scream before his entire body was crushed into a twisted lump of flesh by that invisible force, and blood spurted from the shattered skin, blooming into a tragic blood flower in the air.

"Han Dali!" Liu Wujian was horrified by the sight and frantically urged the last bit of his inner energy to detonate his dantian and perish together with Yang Dingtian.

But Yang Dingtian only glanced at him.

Just one glance.

Liu Wuchang felt a deafening roar in his mind, as if a thousand steel needles were piercing him simultaneously. His vision went black, and his condensed inner energy instantly dissipated. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, his whole body trembled, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes quickly vanished.

Yang Dingtian clenched his fists again.

Click.

Liu Wuchang's body was also crushed, his bones shattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Two mid-stage Grandmasters, "Iron Hammer" and "Ghost Blade," who had dominated the East Sea for decades, couldn't even last a single round in Yang Dingtian's hands, and were easily crushed into two lumps of minced meat.

The remaining members of the Sea Sand Gang were terrified at the sight. They knelt on the deck, trembling, and didn't even have the courage to run away. The two elders were like gods in their eyes, but now they were casually crushed to death by that dark golden figure, as easily as crushing two ants.

The four Dharma Kings continued their slaughter. Yin Tianzheng, Xie Xun, Wei Yixiao, and Dai Qisi, four top experts at the peak of the Innate Divine Meridian realm, reaped the eight hundred gang members like mowing grass. Under the siege of the four Dharma Kings, the fifteen warships were utterly routed in the blink of an eye—eleven sank, and the remaining four were severely damaged, with broken masts and tattered sails everywhere, and blood staining a large area of ​​the sea. Most of the eight hundred gang members were killed or wounded; no more than one hundred and fifty escaped alive, and all of them were wounded and their morale completely shattered.

"King Biancheng...no, King Biancheng, spare me! Spare me!"

A desperate plea for mercy echoed across the sea.

Yang Dingtian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the remaining fleet, and slowly said, "Go back and tell Sha Tongtian."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly for miles around, each word booming like thunder in the ears of his followers.

"The East Sea is vast; you need to know how much it can absorb. The Underworld doesn't cause trouble, but it's not afraid of trouble either. Send someone again next time—"

He paused, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

"I will personally go to the headquarters of the Sea Sand Gang and have a cup of tea with him."

After saying this, he flicked his sleeve, turned around, and stepped into the air, disappearing into the dark clouds.

As the last hem of the dark gold python robe disappeared into the horizon, the oppressive aura on the sea slowly dissipated. The remaining gang members then realized that they were drenched in sweat, slumped on the deck, unable to get up for a long time.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the East China Sea and the southwest sea area, reaching the ears of some major forces inland.

The titles "Underworld" and "King of Biancheng" once again shook the entire East Sea.

This time, no one doubted the power of the underworld.

Yin Tianzheng, Xie Xun, Wei Yixiao, and Dai Qisi—the Four Great Dharma Kings, all at the peak of the Innate Divine Vein realm, each possessed combat power far exceeding that of their peers. Their perfect teamwork was enough to sweep away any force without a Grandmaster in command. But the one who truly made everyone wary was "King Biancheng," Yang Dingtian.

He only used one move from beginning to end.

With a single move, he crushed two mid-stage Grandmasters like ants, leaving them utterly powerless and without even a chance to escape.

This level of strength cannot be measured by the standards of a typical mid-stage Grandmaster.

"What exactly is King Biancheng's cultivation level? They're both at the mid-stage Grandmaster level, so why is he able to crush two others of the same level?"

This issue spread to every corner of the East China Sea overnight, becoming the most concerning topic for all forces.

Some say he has cultivated some kind of heaven-defying divine skill, some say he has concealed his true level, and some say he has already touched the threshold of Grandmaster. But everyone has to admit that even if he is only a mid-stage Grandmaster, he is already standing at the pinnacle of the Grandmaster realm, just one step away from that legendary realm.

What makes all forces even more uneasy is that the underworld is too mysterious.

No one knew where King Biancheng came from, no one knew the origins of the Four Great Protectors, and no one knew the true strength of the Underworld. This force seemed to appear out of thin air, rising rapidly on the shores of the East Sea with an unstoppable momentum.

At the headquarters of the Sea Sand Gang, Sha Tongtian remained silent for a full hour after listening to the report from the surviving gang members.

He slowly put down his teacup, looked towards the East China Sea, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.

"A mid-stage Grandmaster, killing two of my mid-stage Grandmaster elders with just one move..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"interesting."