Level 99 Peerless Douluo!

Long Xiaoyao remained expressionless. He simply extended his hand from behind Xu Nian'an, unleashing a formidable pressure that bore down directly upon Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo standing beside him.

As a Soul Saint in his seventies, it was impossible for Ning Fengzhi to withstand Long Xiaoyao's pressure; the moment it was released, he collapsed to his knees.

It was exactly the same as last time.

Ning Fengzhi: "I..."

"This feeling...!"

Upon sensing Long Xiaoyao's aura, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes widened in shock.

A long-buried memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.

It was the image of his father challenging the then-Pope of Spirit Hall... Qian Daoliu, only to suffer a crushing defeat.

At that time, he had been deeply, indelibly impressed by that very aura.

Now, years later, having broken through to the Title Douluo rank, he felt that same aura once again.

A wave of powerlessness suddenly surged within the Sword Douluo's heart.

"This Lonely One... commands you all to kneel!!!"

The moment Xu Nian'an's words fell, Long Xiaoyao's pupils narrowed.

An unprecedented, invincible pressure erupted from his body, causing the very earth to tremble.

Crack—!!!

A series of fracturing sounds echoed across the scene. A closer look revealed that the ground beneath the Sword Douluo's feet was shattering inch by inch, spreading like a spiderweb.

Pfft—!!!!

The next instant, Sword Douluo Chen Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale. His soul rings and martial soul were violently retracted into his body as his knees buckled, forcing him to kneel.

Whoosh—!!!

Ning Fengzhi turned his head sharply toward the Sword Douluo, his eyes wide with disbelief.

One had to realize that the Sword Douluo possessed higher Soul Power than Bone Douluo. The fact that even he could not withstand the pressure of this man left Ning Fengzhi unable to fathom just how high this person's Soul Power truly was.

The Sword Douluo's lips trembled as he struggled to force out a single sentence.

"A ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo... one who has surpassed the ninety-five-level Super Douluo threshold!!!"

"Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect pays his respects to the senior!"

"Greetings to Your Majesty, Emperor Ming!"

"Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect pays his respects to Your Majesty, Emperor Ming, and to the peerless senior!"

The moment Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo spoke those words, they suddenly felt their bodies lighten.

When they looked up again, the tall, black-clad elder who had been behind Xu Nian'an had already vanished.

Only Xu Nian'an remained, sitting quietly on the dragon throne, watching them.

In truth, Xu Nian'an did not strictly require them to kneel.

Doing so was merely a way to establish his status.

In the upcoming Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, all soul masters would kneel before the Pope of Spirit Hall.

However, the various dukes, kings, and emperors of the common world did not hold such reverence in their hearts.

It was a feeling akin to the disdain ancient cultivators held for the mortal emperors of the common folk.

And now, Xu Nian'an intended to set a new rule.

His status as Xu Nian'an transcended that of dukes, kings, and even emperors or popes; he was the Human Emperor.

As long as you were human and your strength was inferior to his, you had best offer your respects honestly—don't wait until the iron cavalry of the Great Ming Empire is trampling your face before you start begging for mercy!

What did the factions of the Douluo Continent matter? The Spirit Hall of soul masters, the Upper Three Sects, or the Lower Four Sects?

Xu Nian'an's Great Ming Empire had fought across both great empires and brought them to heel; what were these sects in comparison?

The reason Xu Nian'an acted this way was that he did not merely want to rule the world of ordinary people; he intended to rule the world of soul masters as well.

After all, Xu Nian'an planned to initiate the Great Ming's universal martial soul awakening in the future.

"Rise."

Glancing once more at the two men kneeling on the ground, Xu Nian'an responded expressionlessly.

"Fengzhi!"

Hearing Xu Nian'an's words, the beautiful young woman beside Ning Fengzhi hurriedly helped him up.

"It is no matter."

After rising, Ning Fengzhi took a moment to steady himself. When his gaze fell once more upon the boy on the dragon throne, a hint of fear had crept into his eyes.

At this time, Ning Fengzhi had only recently taken over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; he was not yet the old fox who knew how to endure and remain unflappable in the face of change.

"Your Majesty, Emperor of Great Ming, please forgive my earlier lack of decorum."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has come this time with absolute sincerity."

"I have heard that the reason the Great Ming army is invincible on the battlefields of Star Luo and Tiandou is that they possess a special weapon—one that surpasses the power of cannons, capable of wide-area coverage with formidable destructive force."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect requires such weapons to protect our sect. I wonder if Your Majesty, Emperor of Great Ming, might be willing to part with a few to sell to us?"

Worried that some other mishap might occur, Ning Fengzhi decisively stated the purpose of his visit to Xu Nian'an.

"You mean... this?"

As he spoke, a flash of light emanated from the storage ring on Xu Nian'an's right hand, and a small cannon appeared before him.

Xu Nian'an slapped the barrel of the cannon. As he injected his Soul Power, a glow gathered within it, and the next instant, it fired directly at Ning Fengzhi.

BANG!

Just as the Soul Tool cannonball was about to strike Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo made his move.

With a casual wave of his hand, a flash of sword light streaked across the air.

In the next moment, the Soul Power-condensed projectile shattered instantly, sending ripples of energy surging outward.

"This is..."

"With just a tiny bit of Soul Power, it can unleash a full-force strike equivalent to a level 40 Soul Ancestor!"

Ning Fengzhi was greatly astonished.

He then looked at Xu Nian'an once more.

"I wonder, Your Majesty, Emperor of Great Ming, do you have any weapons that even ordinary people can use? My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to purchase them in large quantities!"

Hearing this, Xu Nian'an smiled and shook his head.

Did he not have such weapons?

What a joke; how could he not? In his past life, the AK was sturdy and durable.

But why would Xu Nian'an sell something so easily replicated?

If he were to sell, he would sell things that others could not copy, such as Soul Tools. A single Soul Tool involved many complex processes, and in the current state of the Douluo Continent, Soul Tools were considered ancient artifacts.

There was simply no faction on the Douluo Continent capable of replicating Soul Tools.

Was this not the perfect time for him to establish a monopoly?

"Weapons that ordinary people can use?"

"Heh, the future of the world belongs to Soul Tools, to Soul Masters and Soul Mentors."

Xu Nian'an said something that Ning Fengzhi could not understand.

Although he did not grasp the meaning of the words, he understood one thing: there were no weapons for ordinary people, or at the very least, they were not for sale.

Ning Fengzhi frowned and had no choice but to lower his expectations.

"Then, Your Majesty, Emperor of Great Ming, how much do these weapons cost, and can any Soul Master use them?"

Hearing this, Xu Nian'an nodded.

"As for the price, it depends on what level you buy. The higher the level, the stronger the attack power, and naturally, the more expensive they are."

Having said that, Xu Nian'an clapped his hands.

Immediately, a member of the Dragon Guard slowly walked out.

"Take him to the Soul Mentor Legion to witness the power of Soul Tools."

Afterward, Ning Fengzhi was led out of the great hall in a daze. As soon as they stepped out, they saw a group of figures in black robes. Upon seeing them, Sword Douluo's pupils constricted.

In particular, his heart began to beat with frantic warnings as he looked at the black-haired, black-skirted woman leading them.

Such intense death energy! To have such heavy killing intent, just how many people must she have killed!