Two Peerless Prodigies

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The heavens were shrouded in endless bloodlight. It was a Blood Dragon ten thousand zhang long, peerlessly imposing. The endless ice lotuses Liu Mingyue had unleashed shattered and exploded, unable to withstand it, before finally turning into spiritual energy and dispersing between heaven and earth.

"H-How is that possible?"

Disbelief filled her beautiful eyes. Her aura was weak and listless; even though she had broken through in the midst of battle, she was still no match for Ye Ming.

As she gazed at the culprit who had slaughtered her entire clan, a trace of defeat began to rise in Liu Mingyue's heart.

She could not understand when this Forbidden Son, once called trash, had become so powerful.

Boom!

At that moment, the void trembled and shattered. A man shrouded in endlessly resplendent Demonic Flames emerged—it was Ye Ming.

With one step, he appeared before Liu Mingyue, wearing a savage grin. His black pupils were deep and indifferent.

"By this Imperial Son's original intentions, you, the Liu Family's surviving fish that slipped through the net, should have died long ago."

"However, your physique is useful to me. Be obedient and become this Imperial Son's furnace!"

Ye Ming reached out with one hand, like a dragon claw, grabbing toward Liu Mingyue without the slightest mercy.

At this moment, Liu Mingyue no longer had the strength to resist. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Even if I die, I will never fall into your hands!"

Her voice rang out in rebuke. Determination filled her exquisitely beautiful face as Liu Mingyue tried to take her own life, the last wisp of Spiritual Power within her body boiling over.

Boom!

At that moment, Demonic Light surged, interrupting Liu Mingyue's movements.

"Once you fall into this Imperial Son's hands, whether you live or die is not for you to decide!"

His voice was incomparably domineering. Ye Ming seized Liu Mingyue by her jade-like neck and lifted her up. Like a deflated ball, she was utterly unable to struggle.

Her features were delicate and beautiful, and she wore a flowing green dress. Her figure was flawless, every curve rising and falling in perfect measure.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her flesh like ice and bones like jade. Her delicate body glowed with a lustrous radiance, bright enough to reflect a person's image. She was like a green lotus in a pond, standing alone beyond the world.

It had to be said that, whether in temperament or appearance, Liu Mingyue, the Saintess of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, was utterly beyond reproach.

"From now on, obediently serve as this Imperial Son's slave girl!"

Hoisting the beauty over his shoulder, Ye Ming laughed loudly. He was just about to return home; with the Cold Spirit Physique's aid, his realm would certainly break through once more.

As for how many levels he could break through, that would depend on whether this Saintess of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land could deliver.

"Let me go..."

Liu Mingyue's delicate body trembled violently as she struggled.

Feeling the softness on his shoulder—

Smack!

Ye Ming slapped the Saintess's perky buttocks, the touch exceptionally soft. "Stop moving around!"

"Ah... Ye Ming, I swear I will kill you!"

Her voice brimmed with grief and indignation, but at this moment, Liu Mingyue was fish on the chopping block, unable to offer even the slightest resistance.

Witnessing this scene, countless cultivators throughout heaven and earth were completely stunned. The Saintess of a great sacred land was actually being treated like this, taken back to serve as a slave girl.

"Release Saintess Mingyue at once!"

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

"The demonic path is the demonic path indeed—how can it be so despicable!"

At this moment, one young prodigy after another berated Ye Ming's actions with righteous indignation.

Liu Mingyue was the goddess in the hearts of many of the young prodigies present. What they hated even more was why it was not themselves!

Boom!

At that moment, a figure blocked Ye Ming's path. His face was filled with rage—it was Long Hao, the Holy Son of the Ten Directions Sacred Hall, his eyes bloodshot.

Watching the goddess in his heart, his white moonlight, be humiliated by another like this hurt Long Hao more than being killed.

Endless killing intent filled his gaze as he stared at Ye Ming.

"Release Mingyue, or today, you will surely die without a burial place!"

Ye Ming naturally did not take some Holy Son from some backwater corner seriously.

"Heh... What the hell are you? A good dog does not block the road. Get lost, or die!"

Ye Ming's voice was calm.

His golden hair fluttered in the wind, his figure tall and straight, his bearing imposing. Long Hao possessed the Dragon God Physique, one of the three thousand physiques, and it was incomparably powerful.

In terms of physique, it was even stronger than Liu Mingyue's Cold Spirit Physique.

Boom!

Standing high in the sky, Long Hao blocked Ye Ming's path. Golden blood coursed through his body, and an incomparably terrifying surge of vitality and blood rose up, rolling like thunder.

His aura erupted completely. He was unexpectedly also at the Dao Palace Realm.

Golden Dragon Shadows rose around him. Above the nine heavens, winds and clouds changed color, thunder rumbled, as though he were transforming into a true dragon.

"Gasp! That is the phenomenon of the Dragon God Physique! I never expected Long Hao to have already condensed it!"

Long Hao's aura was far too powerful, leaving many young prodigies around him shocked.

"What a powerful aura! It is said that in ancient times, after a great cultivator's Dragon God Physique reached perfection, he could transform into a true dragon and even slay an emperor!"

"The Dragon God Physique? Is it very strong? Perfect—it can be devoured by this Imperial Son's physique!"

Ye Ming's expression was indifferent. His Primordial Demonic Body could devour countless physiques in the world and even seize the abilities of others' physiques.

At that moment, another young prodigy transformed his body into a sword. Moving with incomparably swift speed, he appeared before Ye Ming.

This was a stern-faced man dressed in green. His aura was sharp, his gaze cold, sword light flowing through his eyes.

He himself was like a solitary peak, as if he wished to pierce the heavens.

He was precisely Lin Jian, the Dao Son of the Azure Sky Dao Sect.

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

Lin Tian had previously died at Ye Ming's hands. He had come here specifically to seize this chance for revenge.

"You are very strong, but today, you will surely die!"

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

Whether Long Hao or Lin Jian, both possessed incomparably great talent to become the Holy Sons of their respective sacred lands. Among the prodigies of this generation, they were both among the finest.

Yet at this moment, these two Peerless Prodigies were actually joining hands to battle Ye Ming.

Although this was certainly unfair to Ye Ming.

With Ye Ming's current cultivation at the Divine Bridge Realm, whether Long Hao or Lin Jian, both had cultivated for far longer than he had. They were now both at the Dao Palace Realm.

At this moment, countless cultivators watching from heaven and earth erupted into uproar.

"It seems that today, this Imperial Son of the Primordial Forbidden Zone is bound to lose without question!"

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

"Who would have thought things would end this way? If anyone is to blame, it is this Imperial Son for making too many enemies!"

Mocking and sarcastic voices rang out once more. No one believed Ye Ming could defeat the combined force of two Peerless Prodigies. It was simply impossible.

Just as they imagined how miserably Ye Ming would be defeated, a voice rang out, brimming with confidence and shocking everyone present.

"Very well. Come at me together. One hand is enough for this Imperial Son to deal with the two of you!"

Ye Ming sneered as he looked at Long Hao and Lin Jian before him, regarding them with complete disdain...