When Xia Ming finally obtained his seventh Soul Ring, left the Far North, and quietly returned to Shrek Academy.
In the Sun Moon Empire, tens of thousands of miles away, a storm capable of rewriting the continent's balance of power
erupted within the Sun Moon Imperial Palace at the deepest hour of the night.
"Boom—!"
A deafening crash tore through the tranquility of the palace night.
The terrifying pressure of the carefully arranged Soul Tool array was forcibly triggered, only to shatter in an instant!
Kong Deming's face was dark, a mixture of fury, chill, and a trace of incredulous despair.
His gaze was fixed firmly on the two abyssal figures standing before the bed deep within the imperial bedchamber.
The Holy Spirit Cult. Ye Xishui. Long Xiaoyao.
Two of the world's most powerful Limit Douluo had actually entered the empire's most heavily guarded forbidden ground as if no one were there.
And on the bed beneath their feet, the frail old emperor, who had been weak beyond measure in recent years, had now completely ceased breathing.
A trace of Ye Xishui's cold Soul Power aura was slowly dissipating from the emperor's gradually cooling corpse.
Had Kong Deming not happened to be forced into the palace late tonight due to an urgent matter,
he likely would not even have made it to the scene in time.
Those two would have already melted into the night without a trace after killing him.
"Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao..."
Kong Deming's voice was extremely low, yet every word seemed chiseled from a frozen abyss, carrying bone-piercing chill and towering rage.
"How dare you?!"
Assassinating the ruler of a nation, even one at death's door.
This was no longer a simple provocation. It was the most utter trampling of the Sun Moon Empire's dignity.
It