Two Heavenly Prodigies

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sky was shrouded in endless blood light—a ten-thousand-zhang Blood Dragon, unmatched in might. The countless ice lotuses Liu Mingyue struck out shattered and exploded, unable to withstand it, eventually dissolving into Spiritual Power and scattering between Heaven and Earth.

"How... how is this possible?"

Her beautiful eyes held disbelief, her aura wilting. Even with a breakthrough mid-battle, she still couldn't defeat Ye Ming.

Gazing at the culprit who had slaughtered her entire clan before her, Liu Mingyue began to feel a trace of defeat in her heart.

She didn't understand how this Forbidden Son, once called a waste, had grown so powerful.

Boom!

At that moment, the void trembled and was crushed underfoot. A man shrouded in endless brilliant Demonic Flames—Ye Ming—stepped forward, appearing before Liu Mingyue with a sinister grin. His black pupils were deep and cold.

"Originally, by this Seat's decree, you, this stray fish of the Liu Family, should have died."

"But your physique is useful to me. Be a good little Cauldron for this Seat!"

Ye Ming reached out a hand, like a dragon's claw, grabbing toward Liu Mingyue with ruthless intent.

Now utterly powerless to resist, Liu Mingyue's eyes widened in shock.

"I'd rather die than fall into your hands!"

Her voice rang out in rebuke. On her exquisite face was a resolute determination. Liu Mingyue tried to end herself, the last trace of Spiritual Power boiling within her.

Boom!

Just then, a surge of Demonic Light flashed, interrupting Liu Mingyue's action.

"Once you're in this Seat's hands, whether you live or die is not up to you!"

His voice was overbearing beyond measure. Ye Ming reached out and grabbed Liu Mingyue by her jade-like neck, lifting her up. She hung like a deflated balloon, utterly unable to struggle.

Her features were pure and lovely, clad in a green dress, her figure flawless—curves rising and falling in perfect proportion, skin whiter than snow, bones of ice and flesh of jade. Her delicate body shimmered with a radiant luster, mirror-bright. She was like a green lotus in a pond, transcendent and aloof.

It had to be said, whether in temperament or appearance, as the Saintess of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, Liu Mingyue was flawless.

"From now on, you'll obediently be this Seat's Female Slave!"

Hoisting the beauty onto his shoulder, Ye Ming laughed loudly, preparing to return home. With the Cold Spirit Physique, his realm could break through again. As for how many layers, that depended on whether this Saintess of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land could deliver.

"Let me go..."

Liu Mingyue's delicate body trembled as she struggled.

Feeling the softness on his shoulder.

Smack!

Ye Ming slapped the Saintess's pert rear, the touch soft and full. "Don't move around!"

"Ah... Ye Ming, I swear I'll kill you!"

A voice of grief and indignation rang out, but at this moment, Liu Mingyue was like fish on a chopping block, unable to offer even a hint of resistance.

Watching this scene, countless cultivators across Heaven and Earth were utterly stunned. A Saintess of a major Sacred Land, being treated like this, taken back to be a Female Slave.

"Release Saintess Mingyue at once!"

"Is the Primordial Forbidden Zone declaring war on the righteous path!"

"Demonic ways are truly despicable, stooping so low!"

At that moment, one young prodigy after another rebuked Ye Ming's actions, righteous and indignant.

Liu Mingyue was the goddess in the hearts of many young prodigies present. What they hated even more was that it wasn't them!

Boom!

Just then, a figure blocked Ye Ming's path, his face burning with fury. It was Long Hao, the Holy Son of the Ten Directions Sacred Hall, his eyes bloodshot.

Watching the goddess of his heart, his White Moonlight, being ravaged by another—this was worse than death for Long Hao. His gaze toward Ye Ming was filled with boundless killing intent.

"Release Mingyue, or today, you will surely die!"

Faced with a Holy Son from some unknown corner, Ye Ming naturally paid him no mind.

"Heh... what are you? A good dog doesn't block the road. Get lost, or die!"

Ye Ming's voice was calm.

His golden hair fluttered in the wind, his posture tall and imposing. Long Hao possessed the Dragon God Physique among the three thousand physiques, immensely powerful. In terms of physique, it was even stronger than Liu Mingyue's Cold Spirit Physique.

Boom!

Standing in the sky, Long Hao blocked Ye Ming's path. Golden blood flowed within him, and a terrifying blood aura surged upward, rumbling like thunder. His aura erupted fully—he was also at the Dao Palace Realm.

A golden Dragon Shadow rose around him. Above the nine heavens, the wind and clouds shifted, thunder stirred, as if transforming into a true dragon.

"Hiss! This is the manifestation of the Dragon God Physique! I can't believe Long Hao has already condensed it!"

Long Hao's aura was too powerful. Many young prodigies around were shocked.

"What a formidable aura! Legend says that in ancient times, a great cultivator with a perfected Dragon God Physique could transform into a true dragon, enough to slay an emperor!"

"Dragon God Physique? Is it strong? Perfect for this Seat's physique to devour!"

Ye Ming's gaze was calm. His Primordial Demonic Body could devour countless physiques in this world, and even plunder the abilities of others' physiques.

Just at that moment, another young prodigy transformed his body into a sword, moving with incredible speed, and appeared before Ye Ming.

This was a man with a stern countenance, clad in azure robes, his aura sharp and fierce, his gaze cold with sword-light swirling within. He stood like a solitary peak, as if trying to pierce the heavens.

He was none other than the Dao Son of the Azure Sky Dao Sect, Lin Jian.

And he had another identity—he was Lin Tian's older brother.

Earlier, Lin Tian had died at Ye Ming's hands, and he had come specifically this time to seize the opportunity for revenge.

"Your strength is considerable, but today, you will surely die!"

Lin Jian's voice was icy as he stared at Ye Ming.

Whether it was Long Hao or Lin Jian, both could become Holy Sons of their respective holy lands. Their talents were immensely powerful, placing them among the top echelons of the current generation of prodigies.

But now, these two Peerless Prodigies were actually joining forces to fight Ye Ming.

Though this was undoubtedly unfair to Ye Ming.

At present, with Ye Ming at the Divine Bridge Realm, both Long Hao and Lin Jian had cultivation times far exceeding his, and both were now in the Dao Palace Realm.

At this moment, Heaven and Earth, countless onlooking cultivators erupted into a frenzy.

"It seems this Imperial Son of the Primordial Forbidden Zone is bound to lose today!"

"Hah, naturally. This is the combined might of two Peerless Prodigies, Lin Jian and Long Hao."

"Who would have thought it would come to this? Blame it on this Imperial Son making too many enemies!"

At that moment, voices of cold mockery rose again. No one believed Ye Ming could overcome the combined assault of two Peerless Prodigies—it was utterly impossible. Just as they were imagining how miserably Ye Ming would be defeated, a voice rang out, brimming with confidence, stunning the entire assembly.

"Excellent. Both of you, come at me together. This Imperial Son needs only one hand to deal with you!"

Ye Ming sneered, looking at Long Hao and Lin Jian before him with utter disdain.