"In the name of God, I pronounce you guilty!"
Amplified by soul power, Qian Daoliu's voice carried an indescribable air of holiness as it spread across a thousand-mile radius. Everyone nearby heard what sounded like God's Judgment.
At that very moment, Yang Ming had just drawn Dai Mubai into the Six Paths Reincarnation World. His eyes met Qian Daoliu's across the empty space, as though lightning crackled between them, and a scorching tension filled the air.
"What a Spirit Hall Empire! What an overbearing Qian Daoliu!"
Yang Ming clenched both fists and walked forward, one step at a time.
With every step, his aura surged higher. Its terrifying pressure sent ripples through the gravel on the ground. His clothes fluttered without wind, snapping loudly, while his waist-length hair whipped wildly behind his head. Under some mysterious force, each strand rose like a hedgehog's spines. Lightning seemed to spark between the strands, and a series of cracks rang out from his bones, from his head down to his feet, like firecrackers going off during the Spring Festival.
At that moment, memories of the past surfaced in Yang Ming's mind.
Years ago, Holy Soul Village had been wiped out through Qian Renxue's schemes.
Half a year ago, Hu Liena, pregnant with his child, had nearly been hunted to death by Spirit Hall.
Three months ago, Dai Mubai had been captured alive by the Spirit Hall Empire, and now vicious poison had left him on the brink of death.
Each and every one of these incidents was like kindling piled onto an already raging fire, sending its scorching flames soaring higher.
Within Yang Ming, his Saiyan bloodline boiled furiously, like a roaming dragon awakening at last from years of slumber. It surged ceaselessly through every meridian in his body, accompanied by an unending