Chapter 96 - 93: The Instantaneous Burst of Pressure

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Chapter 96 of "Supreme of the Heavenly Realm" opens presenting twists: Chapter 96: Chapter 93: The Instantaneous Burst of PressureHe had just left the Sword Tomb,... Keep following!

Chapter 96: Chapter 93: The Instantaneous Burst of PressureHe had just left the Sword Tomb, and in no time at all, the man in green robes caught up with Ye Xuan. A fierce look emerged on his face, and the sharp claws on his palm suddenly extended out, grabbing towards Ye Xuan’s head as if trying to crush his skull. At that moment, Ye Xuan suddenly turned around, and the fierce Claw Light was just arriving at his face, only a step away from piercing Ye Xuan’s head, spelling instant death. However, at that time, a sudden aberration erupted. As the man in green robes brought with him a violent oppressive force, about to kill Ye Xuan, an astonishing light transmitted from Ye Xuan’s forehead. Within it, there was a fragmented Spiritual Imprint. The next moment, a pressure that seemed to come from a superior existence of another world was released from the imprint, suddenly enveloping the man in green robes. Bang! The man in green robes’ legs went soft, and he actually knelt down in front of Ye Xuan, even he himself found it hard to believe. At this moment, it was as if his soul had been utterly intimidated by Ye Xuan, trembling all over, his entire strength draining away in an instant. Right when he was about to be slain by the man in green robes, at the brink of death, the only remaining fragmented Martial Arts Primordial Spirit in Ye Xuan’s mind was finally stimulated, directly suppressing the green-robed man. "Little Demon King, still so arrogant now?" Looking at the motionless green-robed man lying before him, Ye Xuan let out a breath of relief, having survived the ordeal. Then, a cold smile formed on the corners of his mouth as he continuously flicked his fingers on the green-robed man’s forehead, finally venting his frustrations. "How is it possible, boy, what identity are you, to hold such terrifying pressure?" The man in green robes wore a face of disbelief. His true form was a Flood Dragon, a kind of Dragon Clan Demon Beast, a descendant of the ancient Dragon Clan. He never imagined that he could barely rise to his feet before the pressure emanating from Ye Xuan, unable to muster even a fraction of his full power. Even a Fourth Rank Demon Venerable’s pressure would be far less than Ye Xuan’s; it was impossible for anyone to instantly make him fall to his knees, rendered entirely immobile in the span of a moment. What filled him with both surprise and fury was that just a moment ago, Ye Xuan appeared all but helpless, yet he suddenly erupted with a level of terrifying pressure that far exceeded several tiers above, as if he had been a tiger pretending to be a pig, deliberately toying with him. However, what he didn’t know was that even Ye Xuan himself did not anticipate that the fragmented Martial Arts Primordial Spirit in his mind would suddenly exert its power, as ever since his resurrection, the Primordial Spirit had been quiet, lying dormant without any activity. Because when Ye Xuan was destroyed in the Heavenly Realm, his Martial Arts Primordial Spirit had also been severely damaged, reduced to just the tip of the iceberg. If Ye Xuan couldn’t reach the Martial Emperor Realm, repairing the little that was left of his Martial Arts Primordial Spirit was virtually impossible. Nevertheless, although only a small part of the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit remained, the residual pressure of the Martial God was quite sufficient to suppress the green-robed man, a Third Rank Demon King; after all, the realm Ye Xuan had reached at his peak was so high the green-robed man wouldn’t even dare to contemplate it. "I already gave you a chance to resolve this peacefully, a pity you passed it up. Now I give you two choices, either die here or submit to me, becoming my Spirit Creature, and serve me for ten years." A sharp look crossed Ye Xuan’s eyes as he pulled out the Star-cutting Saber from his back, pressing it against the green-robed man’s throat. The pressure of the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit wouldn’t last long, and Ye Xuan had to deal with the green-robed man quickly before the power of the Primordial Spirit was exhausted and it fell dormant again. "Let me, a transformed Demon King, become the Spirit Creature of a mere human martial master?" Hearing the two options Ye Xuan gave him, the green-robed man also looked displeased. Although Ye Xuan had utilized some method to release the terrifying pressure, the latter was, after all, only a Fifth Grade Martial Master. For him, a transformed Demon King, to submit to such a human youth, seemed rather ludicrous. "So, you choose the first path?" Seeing that the green-robed man was hesitant and unwilling to become a Spirit Creature, Ye Xuan prepared to strike. "Wait." Seeing that Ye Xuan seemed intent on killing him, the green-robed man was startled; he had not expected Ye Xuan to be so decisive in his killing at such a young age, ready to strike at the slightest hesitation. He bit his teeth, "I can submit to you, but you must keep your promise. I will serve you for only ten years; if you break your word after ten years, even if I have to die with you, I’ll take your life." Ten years, for a Third Rank Demon King, was not an excessively long time, because Demon Beasts generally lived much longer than humans. A Demon King like this one could live for two hundred years without a problem, so compared to losing his life here, serving Ye Xuan for ten years was obviously not an unacceptable condition. "Rest assured, in ten years, I estimate I won’t have much use for you anymore." What realm he would reach in ten years, even Ye Xuan himself could not predict. However, by then, he believed that the strength of the man in green would definitely be of no help to him. If the other party really wanted to leave him at that time, he would certainly not hold him back. "Alright, we can start the ownership ritual now, right?" Ye Xuan watched the man in green indifferently. To be on the safe side, to prevent the Demon Beast from turning on its master, he had to implant a Spiritual Imprint in the other’s mind. Once the creature harbored any rebellious thoughts, he would be able to obliterate its soul from the inside in an instant. Having no choice, the man in green could only open his mind, abandon the thought of resistance, and let Ye Xuan’s spiritual power surge in, quickly leaving a Spiritual Imprint at the core of his soul. The spiritual power of a Martial Artist, in fact, had little to do with the strength of their Cultivation. Some people were born with strong spiritual power, and later training did little to enhance it. However, each major advancement in Cultivation would greatly strengthen the soul, and reaching the Martial Venerate Realm would condense the soul into a Martial Soul, giving the soul a concrete form. At that level, one’s spiritual power could be projected outwardly, capable of killing with mere thought. After the Spiritual Imprint was implanted, the man in green roared lowly, and then his body began to tremble. It swiftly expanded, his green robe tearing apart due to the growth, until he reached a hundred-zhang in size, an enormous figure as large as a small mountain. What came into view was a Flood Dragon covered in green scales, with sharp fangs and a ferocious dragon head adorned with mane-like spikes, exuding fearsome majesty. However, even with such overwhelming ferocity, the Flood Dragon did not dare to act recklessly in front of Ye Xuan, its master. "I’ve heard the Dragon Clan can grow large or small, ascend or hide, adjusting their size and disguising themselves. You should shrink down a bit, so you don’t attract too much attention." Bearing around such a large Flood Dragon was very troublesome for Ye Xuan, and even in human form, the Demon Energy was very pronounced and easy to discover. A transformed Demon Beast brought into the mundane world would likely cause a huge commotion. It could even attract the pursuit and attack from the various Sects. Seemingly understanding Ye Xuan’s intention, the Flood Dragon nodded its massive head and then its Dragon Scales began to move. Its body also started to condense, a faint blue light emanating from it, and eventually, it transformed into a miniature dragon only a meter long, resembling a small snake, completely devoid of its previous majestic ferocity. If anyone witnessed this scene, they would probably be shocked to the point of their eyeballs popping out. The overlord of the Panlong Mountain Range, a Third Rank transformed Demon King, had become a small snake-like figure, meekly submissive in front of Ye Xuan—it would be unbelievable if one were to tell this tale. "This is much better. I bet you’re also tired of staying in this Panlong Mountain Range. Come with me, and have a good look at the outside world. The Tiannan Region, the Chaotic Sea Domain, and even the entire Spirit Martial World," said Ye Xuan lightly, looking at the now insignificant Flood Dragon. Upon hearing this, the Flood Dragon’s eyes brightened slightly, but it said nothing and slithered into the nearby grass, disappearing from sight. After the Spiritual Imprint was planted, Ye Xuan and the Flood Dragon were connected by spiritual power, so he was not worried about it fleeing. However, for a long time to come, it would have to maintain this small form—at least in places where it could be seen, it absolutely couldn’t reveal its true form. Ye Xuan didn’t need the Flood Dragon to take action yet, unless he encountered a life-or-death crisis. Besides, the Flood Dragon itself definitely didn’t want to reveal its true body. If others knew it had become Ye Xuan’s spirit beast, its prestigious reputation would be completely ruined. Just relying on that occasionally unreliable fragment of the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit, his hand clearly lacked sufficient strength. Now with a transformed Flood Dragon, Ye Xuan believed that even a Martial Sect Master seeking to kill him would fail at the task. "Next, I’ll recover my strength while starting the journey toward the Great Hua Country." Now the Panlong Mountain Range posed no danger to Ye Xuan, because even its overlord, the Flood Dragon, had become his spirit beast. Ye Xuan could now move freely in these mountains without any concerns. While there was no rush to leave Panlong Mountain Range, he still needed to head to Great Hua Country. Only by making contact with the Spiritual Items Workshop there could he get the medicinal herbs needed for a full recovery of his strength. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, it would take two to three months to fully recover, and Ye Xuan really couldn’t wait that long. Without his strength fully restored, he couldn’t completely put his mind at ease. On the other hand, Great Hua Country was the strongest among the six countries of Tiannan. In it stood the strongest power in the Tiannan Region, the Third Grade Sect—Heavenly Martial Hall. Regarding this entirely new place, Ye Xuan also held some expectations.

Chapter 96 - 93: The Instantaneous Burst of Pressure

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