Royal Power

"Bang!" The arrow pierced through the tree with a deafening crash.

As Yang Ming stepped out from behind the tree, the Zhu Family members finally saw the face of the watcher.

After learning this group's identity, Yang Ming had taken a mask from the Phoenix Cry Ring in his hand and put it on.

Zhu Zhuyun looked at the Youngster before her. He was around 1.7 meters tall, with a slender, well-proportioned build. He wore simple white casual clothes and a black ghost-face mask that concealed his entire face except for a pair of beautiful eyes.

Yes, a Youngster. Though his face was covered, the skin on his neck and hands remained exposed. From that smooth skin, Zhu Zhuyun could tell that he was not very old.

Zhu Zhuyun waved for the bow-wielding guard to retreat, then warily asked the masked Yang Ming.

"May I ask what business you have here?"

As she spoke, Zhu Zhuyun pondered his purpose in appearing here and whether it would affect her own objective.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, meanwhile, lit up. Yang Ming's appearance had brought her new hope.

Seeing the wariness on Zhu Zhuyun's face, Yang Ming casually replied.

"Nothing much. I heard some commotion and came over to take a look."

Yang Ming had arrived at the scene only seconds after the girl in black was struck by the arrow. He had witnessed the entire exchange between the two sisters. By now, he roughly understood their situation: blood relatives fighting each other over the supreme royal power of Star Luo. Originally, Yang Ming felt this was simply a price that had to be paid by those involved in a struggle for royal power, and there was nothing wrong with it. But seeing that Zhu Zhuqing was clearly about the same age as him, yet her eyes held not the slightest trace of life, and that she might die here shortly, Yang Ming could not bear it.

Besides, Yang Yi was currently absorbing a Spirit Ring. They could not be allowed to disturb him. Thus, Yang Ming decided to drive back Zhu Zhuyun and save Zhu Zhuqing.

Fortunately, the strongest person present from the Zhu Family was that Soul Ancestor guard. There should not be anyone stronger nearby. Otherwise, whether those on either sister's side intended to kill or stop the fight, the battle would not have remained unresolved until now.

The Youngster's voice was clear and bright, as warm as fine jade. Yet to Zhu Zhuyun, it meant only two words: an unexpected variable. After hearing Yang Ming's answer, Zhu Zhuyun adjusted her plan, her expression turning icy as she said.

"Then stay here with us!"

With that, Zhu Zhuyun signaled her three subordinates to attack Yang Ming, while she herself turned into an afterimage and shot toward Zhu Zhuqing.

Yang Ming found it somewhat strange as he watched the three of them charge at him. Zhu Zhuqing, the main target, had not even been dealt with yet. Why were all the guards attacking me? Or was Zhu Zhuyun that confident she could defeat—uh... Yang Ming remembered Zhu Zhuqing's injured waist and the more than ten-level gap in cultivation between her and Zhu Zhuyun. It seemed Zhu Zhuqing's chances really were slim. All Yang Ming could do was hope Zhu Zhuqing could hold on until he finished the guards!

In the blink of an eye, the Soul Ancestor with the highest cultivation among the three guards charged fiercely at Yang Ming. As he sprinted forward, he roared at him.

"You pretentious bastard, die!"

As the Raging Flame Rhinoceros Martial Soul possessed him, the guard's height surged past two meters. His muscles swelled, a rhinoceros horn grew from his head, and his formerly loose black robe stretched tight against his body like skin-tight clothing.

"Exploding Flame Peak!"

The guard shouted, and his Third Soul Ring lit up. Blazing flames burst from his body and gathered around the rhinoceros horn atop his head. He stomped heavily on the ground, creating a thunderous boom, while his body shot forward like a meteor streaking across the Skyline, whipping up a terrifying gale as he rammed toward Yang Ming with unstoppable force.

Yang Ming showed no fear as the Raging Flame Rhinoceros Soul Ancestor charged straight at him through the gale. The translucent, ethereal Atlas Spear appeared in his hand. He casually spun it once before assuming a stance.

In an instant, brilliant golden Soul Power flames flared along the Atlas Spear and began to gather. By the time the Soul Ancestor was less than twenty feet away, the spearhead had turned completely brilliant gold. Though it looked ancient and imposing, no one present could sense any aura of power emanating from the Atlas Spear.

The other two guards sneered when they saw Yang Ming actually intending to confront Exploding Flame Peak head-on. A Weapon Spirit Soul Elder wanted to face their captain's strongest burst attack directly? He was simply overestimating himself. They had no idea where the other man's Spirit Rings were, but his Soul Power fluctuations were clearly only at the Soul Elder level.

Just as the Long Bow Soul Elder sneered inwardly, Yang Ming finished preparing. Looking at the Raging Flame Rhinoceros Soul Ancestor now right before him, he thrust his spear forward. The thrust was not fast; it even seemed rather slow. It gave the impression that the spear in his hand was incredibly heavy, as if Yang Ming could barely swing it. Yet although the spear was slow, it was steady and precise. Before the two collided head-on, the Raging Flame Rhinoceros Soul Ancestor heard Yang Ming utter a low shout.

"Royal Power!!!"

The brilliant golden spear radiance at the tip of the Atlas Spear collided head-on with the flaming rhinoceros horn, needle against needle.

"Bang!"

The spear tip and rhinoceros horn met with an earth-shaking crash. The ground beneath their feet split apart, and dust billowed everywhere. Yet the Raging Flame Rhinoceros Soul Ancestor's Exploding Flame Peak was stopped dead by Yang Ming's seemingly slow thrust.

"How is that possible?!!"

The other two guards could hardly believe what they were seeing. Their captain had truly been blocked by that thrust, unable to advance even an inch. Their captain's strongest attack, launched with a running start, his Martial Soul, and his soul skill combined, had actually been broken by that brat's turtle-slow thrust while he stood still.

The Raging Flame Rhinoceros Soul Ancestor, however, had no time to care about his subordinates' shock. Not only did he have to desperately resist the astonishing power erupting from the spear before him, but he also had to endure the supreme pressure bursting from the brilliant golden spear—a pressure like that of an emperor. Its dignity, strength, and tyranny were exactly like the might of the Star Luo Emperor he had once experienced! But the Star Luo Emperor was a peak Soul Douluo. This person before him was merely a Soul Elder. How could that be possible!!!

The instant the Raging Flame Rhinoceros Soul Ancestor touched the spear, he felt an immense, irresistible pressure descend upon him. Though he had undergone harsh training for years and had experienced the Star Luo Emperor's might before, leaving his will relatively steadfast, he was still subdued by a single thrust. The rhinoceros horn atop his head began to gradually shatter beneath the Atlas Spear's edge. Seeing this, Yang Ming shouted.

"Break for me!"

"Crack!"

"Ahhh!"

The Atlas Spear directly crushed the rhinoceros horn. After a cry of agony, the Raging Flame Rhinoceros Soul Ancestor fainted under the double blow of Yang Ming's Royal Power spear momentum and his shattered Martial Soul.

Yang Ming was not particularly happy to see the opposing Soul Ancestor subdued by a single thrust. He had felt a trace of sluggishness, and while surprised, he sighed inwardly. Although the nearly ten-level gap in Soul Power cultivation had played a part, Royal Power itself truly still had some problems.

Over the past six years, Yang Ming had used Absolute Dominance as his guiding principle. Combined with his years of cultivating the Soul Breaking Spear Technique—it contained methods for circulating Soul Power; after following the Clear Sky Sect for so many years, one of the few gains of the Breaking Clan had been understanding the future development of Weapon Spirits—as well as the Hundred Battles Spear Technique of the Star Luo military and insights from various Spear Arts throughout the Soul Master World, he had crudely created three spear arts. Royal Power was one of them.

Royal Power was a frontal assault spear art. Built upon Yang Ming's innate invincible bearing and Absolute Dominance, it maximized the aspect of "might," creating a spear art that carried the sacred imperial majesty of a sovereign. Moreover, Royal Power's momentum would grow stronger with time. It was currently the most imposing move among Yang Ming's self-created spear arts, though its consumption was also considerable. That single thrust had directly consumed thirty percent of Yang Ming's Soul Power.

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