This Strike Will Send You to Hell

His face was filled with excitement, and his body trembled slightly, as though Yang Ming's domineering display had stirred him deeply.

"..."

The young man in yellow said nothing. His eyes were fixed on Yang Ming, his face containing nothing but shock.

"Good, good, good. Yuexia Ming, you dare kill someone right in front of me?"

Junma Zhuo stared at Yang Ming, his eyes instantly bloodshot. The armor around his body fell away, transforming into a belt that wrapped around his waist and kept him suspended in the air.

Pale bones protruded from all around his body, their spikes grim and menacing. In an instant, they formed an incomparably ferocious ring of bones around him, creating absolute defense.

The Second Prince had been killed before, and Yang Ming had ignored him personally. This was a humiliation beyond measure.

As the Crown Prince and the future ruler of the Royal Court, for something like this to happen during a meeting he had convened was nothing less than a catastrophic disaster.

If he failed to handle this properly, he would lose all hope of ascending to the throne!

"What is there to fear?"

Facing the enraged Junma Zhuo, Yang Ming let out a cold, disdainful laugh.

"Kneel and repent before my royal clan. Swear eternal submission beneath our feet, or I will make your body and soul perish!"

Junma Zhuo shouted coldly.

As he entered his battle form, the entire Royal Court mobilized.

Figures appeared one after another. The Royal Court's army, elders, guards—all of the Royal Court's forces had been deployed.

This force was several times stronger than when the Royal Court's three guards had surrounded and attacked Yang Ming!

The Royal Court's formidable strength was plain to see!

"Heh heh!"

In response to Junma Zhuo's declaration, Yang Ming attacked directly!