Published: February 10, 2025
King Hongxiang was currently perplexed, wondering how a person could achieve such significant progress in such a short time.
Among the posthumous children, breaking through each bottleneck required immense effort, and the resources consumed were incredibly vast. Why do small tribes remain small and only face extinction? Even if a genius emerged, piling all the tribe's resources onto that genius could not cultivate an eighth-level king zun, and reaching even the sixth level was exceptionally difficult. In the Blue Secret Realm, powerful monsters roamed freely, and so many king zuns in the Royal City had no way to prevent the decline of the posthumous children. What good would a sixth-level warrior do?
This had almost become an ironclad rule.
However, the emergence of Ye Zhongming completely shattered King Hongxiang's deeply ingrained understanding.
When this kid escaped from the Royal City last time, what level was he? Fourth or fifth? Yet now, he had already surpassed the seventh level, with only a thin line separating him from the eighth level!
How did he do it?
Also, what was that thing on his shoulder? Why did it feel like there was a surge of energy yet seemed to not exist at all?
Furthermore, how could the monster following him be entirely golden? He had lived for so long and had never seen such a colored creature, but it was said that there were some exceptionally strong beings with unique bloodlines in the Night Demon Plain that had such an appearance.
And what were those short weapons in the hands of the humans behind Ye Zhongming? They were so short; could they be weapons? They didn't seem sharp at all, but why did they evoke such a sense of dread when looked upon?
If it were any other time, King Hongxiang would not have confronted Ye Zhongming so directly, because he found himself faced with too many unknowns. Although he wasn’t living on Earth and didn’t know about the saying 'a rich son cannot sit in the hall,' he understood the principle of self-preservation.
However, now that the other party clearly had no intention of letting him go, King Hongxiang felt he had no choice but to confront him.
Having reached his current status, King Hongxiang was not someone to be underestimated. Since he couldn't retreat, thinking any further would be useless. He quickly contemplated how to deal with this situation and felt that there might be an opportunity to turn the tables… as long as he captured Ye Zhongming.
Whether it was the Cloud Apex Falling Alliance or those who had entered later, they should all heed Ye Zhongming's orders. As long as he captured him, everything could be negotiated.
Although he didn’t understand why Ye Zhongming’s strength had increased so rapidly, King Hongxiang still felt confident in defeating this guy.
He took a step forward, unstrapped the long box he had on his back, and pulled out a… silver-grade Thick-backed Bone Blade.
When Ye Zhongming saw this weapon, a strange expression appeared on his face.
What the hell… Isn't this the weapon I made? You’re using the weapon I crafted to fight me?
This silver war knife was one of the weapons Ye Zhongming had previously made for King Niao. He didn't expect it to end up in the hands of this Hongxiang royal family member.
However, considering that King Hongxiang was at the seventh level the last time he saw him and was now at the eighth, Ye Zhongming felt relieved.
The situation where the three eighth-level king zuns in the Posthumous Child King City were leading should have been broken. It was likely that… King Niao and the others were currently under immense pressure. They were ultimately not in the same league as Hongxiang, and under the imbalance of strength, the possibility of them relinquishing such weapons was high. It was even uncertain whether King Niao was safe at the moment.
However, that was a matter for the future. Right now, facing this guy, Ye Zhongming had no intention of being polite.
Xia Bai stepped forward calmly, followed by Liang Chuyin, who made the same move.