Chapter 1198: Kneel, or Not Kneel!

"Boom!"

On the sixth level of Asura City, half of a pavilion was shattered by Ye Yuan's palm strike.

"Damn it, who did that? How dare you make trouble in my Coldblood Pavilion? Tired of living?"

"Who! Who the hell did it? Get the hell out here!"

"Don't you know the Coldblood Pavilion is under the protection of Lord Coldblood? Who's got such big balls?"

...

A group of people, covered in dust, came out of the pavilion cursing, looking very arrogant.

Coldblood was now the Second Lord, second only to Lord Netherkill, so his men were also very arrogant, and almost no one dared to provoke them.

Ten years had passed, and Coldblood had cultivated another batch of Formless Realm experts, running rampant on the sixth level.

A young man, holding a memorial tablet in his hand, slowly approached the crowd.

"From now on, until Coldblood comes, you will all kowtow to my friend without stopping! Make it loud! If I don't hear the sound, I'll make a hole in your heads." Ye Yuan said coldly.

There were probably over a hundred people coming out of the Coldblood Pavilion.

These were all Formless Realm martial artists, and many were only one step away from Dao Profound.

They exchanged glances and suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha... you're killing me, Bear! In this Asura Field, no one has ever dared to speak to us Coldblood Pavilion like that. Where did this kid come from? Are you here to amuse your Bear Lord?"

Those on the sixth level who had seen Ye Yuan were all dead.

These guys didn't know how terrifying Ye Yuan was.

Not only them, but even the onlookers thought Ye Yuan was being ridiculous.

He was afraid of scaring Coldblood away, so he deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the Formless Realm.

So in their eyes, Ye Yuan's actions were no different from seeking death.

In the entire Asura Field, the only one who dared to provoke Lord Coldblood was Lord Netherkill.

"Swish!"

"Pfft!"

Ye Yuan lightly flicked his finger, and a tiny sword qi shot forth, directly piercing through Xiong Ye's skull.

Xiong Ye's eyes bulged; even in death, he couldn't believe that this young man had killed him so effortlessly.

"Now, will you kowtow?" Ye Yuan said unhurriedly.

A fierce killing intent instantly filled the entire square!

"Great Perfection Killing Intent!"

At this, everyone was shocked.

This unknown young man had actually cultivated Killing Intent to the Great Perfection!

It was well known that even the Twelve Lords had none who had cultivated Killing Intent to the Great Perfection!

Lord Yousha had only reached the nine-star level, not the Great Perfection.

The terrifying killing intent directly pressed the warriors of the Lengxue Pavilion to their knees.

Such might was simply beyond their ability to resist.

At that moment, they finally understood the gap between them and Ye Yuan.

Though they were also in the Formless Realm, they weren't even fit to hold Ye Yuan's shoes!

Moreover, since Ye Yuan had killed Xiong Ye without even blinking, how could they dare to resist? One by one, they began kowtowing before Tan Si's memorial tablet.

"Master Tan, we were wrong!"

"Master Tan, if you have a spirit in the underworld, please ask this lord to spare us!"

...

These people wailed miserably, as if their own parents had died, kowtowing with loud thuds.

They had to be loud; this god of slaughter was truly terrifying.

Even these hardened killers wouldn't be foolish enough to gamble with their own lives.

Ye Yuan had spent time here and knew the rules of the place.

To make them submit, you had to strike such fear into them that their very souls trembled.

So, as soon as he arrived, he killed Uncle Xiong with thunderous means, and then revealed his strength, making them docile.

Ye Yuan knew that the Twelve Lords all had their informants here. News of this would soon reach Leng Xue's ears.

Having humiliated his subordinate like this, he would surely come out.

Sure enough, within half an hour, a cold voice arrived from the air.

The voice came before the man!

“What mongrel dares to cause trouble on my turf?”

A figure drifted down—it was Leng Xue, whom he hadn't seen in years.

As soon as Leng Xue landed, he saw the young man opposite looking at him with a faint smile.

Leng Xue's expression changed, and he blurted out, “Ye Yuan! It's you!”

Seeing Ye Yuan, he was first startled, for Ye Yuan had left a deep impression on him.

But when he realized Ye Yuan was only at the peak of the Formless Realm, his heart settled.

Then his gaze fell on Tan Si's memorial tablet, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “You've come to avenge this fool? Hah, with your strength at the ninth level of the Formless Realm?”

To be honest, when he learned that among the Ten Divine Kings there was one named Ye Yuan, his heart did skip a beat.

But now, seeing Ye Yuan's cultivation level, he was completely at ease.

Ye Yuan ignored him and said indifferently, “Kneel down now and kowtow a few times to Tan Si, and I'll grant you the chance to take your own life. Otherwise… you'll wish you were dead.”

Leng Xue laughed as if he had heard a great joke, roaring, “Make me kowtow? With you? Hahaha… Ye Yuan, you really don't know how to spell death! Don't tell me you think my strength has stagnated all these years?”

With that, Leng Xue unleashed his full aura—he was actually at the third level of the Daoxuan Realm!

Ye Yuan smiled and took a step forward!

But just that one step changed everything!

Ye Yuan's aura instantly surged to the first level of the Daoxuan Realm.

However, Ye Yuan's aura was not merely the pressure of his cultivation level.

His essence, energy, and spirit had all nearly reached perfection. When he released his aura, heaven and earth themselves changed color!

“Boom!”

Even at the first level of Daoxuan, his might completely overwhelmed Leng Xue's third level.

Leng Xue's expression changed; he hadn't expected Ye Yuan to be hiding his strength!

“Boom!”

Ye Yuan took another step, and his aura surged tenfold again!

Leng Xue was shocked to find himself immobilized by Ye Yuan's aura, unable to move.

He felt as if someone was pressing down on him from behind, forcing him to the ground!

“Kneel, or not?” Ye Yuan said calmly.

Leng Xue's face was extremely ugly, but he stubbornly said, “Want me to kneel? In your dreams!”

Ye Yuan curled his lip and took another step!

“Boom!”

Daoxuan third level!

With a “thud,” Leng Xue could no longer resist and was forced to his knees by Ye Yuan's pressure!

“Kowtow!”

Ye Yuan uttered only two words, his killing intent fully exposed.

Leng Xue's eyes showed intense fear. He had never imagined that Ye Yuan had not only hidden his strength but hidden so much.

Now, Ye Yuan was beyond even his ability to look up to.

This strength was too terrifying!

He had still hoped that Lord Yousha would come to save him, but now he knew that if he didn't kowtow, death was the only outcome!

Now, only when his master arrived could he be saved.

With extreme reluctance, Leng Xue finally kowtowed…