Chapter 94

A series of dull explosions echoed incessantly. After a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, finally, amidst a deafening blast, two figures retreated, each standing at the eastern and western ends of the grand hall, resuming their distant standoff. Between them lay vast stretches of soil, thoroughly plowed and devastated.

The golden bricks laid on the floor of the Golden Hall were originally impervious to knives and axes, unaffected by water or fire. Even if an elephant trampled on them thousands of times, they would remain unscathed. However, in the presence of a martial arts master at the Grand Master level, these sturdy golden bricks turned into ordinary tiles, fragile and easily shattered.

The unexpected turn of events left all the spectators in the hall deeply shocked!

No one could have imagined that the deposed prince could be so powerful!

Although the Fourteenth Prince's cultivation method was entirely different from that of everyone else in the Great Hao Dynasty, making it impossible for anyone to gauge his true level, still...

The Son of the Eastern Wasteland was a genuine, undisputed Grand Master level powerhouse.

Moreover, it was clear to almost everyone that the Son of the Eastern Wasteland specialized in cultivation methods for killing. He could single-handedly defeat at least ten to eight opponents of the same level who practiced only health-preserving techniques. His strength far exceeded ordinary imagination.

But even so, the Fourteenth Prince could still match the Son of the Eastern Wasteland evenly? Then, at the very least, the Fourteenth Prince must also have reached the Grand Master level.

Heaven! The Fourteenth Prince isn't even sixteen yet, right? It's well known that even the universally recognized genius, the Sword Prince, only broke through to the Grand Master level just before his seventeenth birthday. The Fourteenth Prince managed to reach this level nearly a year earlier than the Sword Prince. So, isn't he more than just a genius, a genius among geniuses!

Genius! Wastrel! Genius! Wastrel! Two completely opposite images coexisted in the minds of the onlookers, forming the most extreme and intense contrast, making them dizzy and disbelieving that this was actually true.

The one who found it hardest to believe this reality was none other than the Son of the Eastern Wasteland. A thin trail of crimson blood hung from the corner of his mouth, his clothes were tattered, and he looked quite disheveled. His eyes were wide open, filled with extreme ferocity and rage. He stomped his foot and roared, "Impossible! I refuse to believe it! You, a piece of trash, how can you possibly match me, the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, in a draw? It's impossible! Surrender immediately, and die immediately! By the name of the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, I command you to die!"

"Sorry. Such a coercive demand, I cannot possibly comply with." Xiao Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. "I have already made up my mind, never to let anyone control my life and death. If dominating the Eastern Wasteland, then ruling the world, and finally monopolizing everything—this arrogant ambition is the 'path' you, Chen Suibian, have chosen, then the path I have chosen is the path of life and death."

"...... Nonsense! What path of life and death? I think you're just talking nonsense! Fine, since you refuse to die on your own, then... I, the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, will send you to the netherworld!"

With a fierce roar, the Son of the Eastern Wasteland's body crackled, and all the bones in his body, inside and out, simultaneously snapped. Vast, pitch-black demonic energy, like a vast ocean, roiled and boiled around him. Then, amidst a beast-like roar, it gradually transformed into...

Gaudy green mist!

The gaudy green mist spread rapidly in all directions like an avalanche or a tsunami. In the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped both the Son of the Eastern Wasteland and Xiao Sheng. Soon, the entire Golden Hall was shrouded in a vast expanse of green, dim and murky, with visibility so poor that one could not see their hand in front of their face. Each breath brought a new wave of pain to the chest, creating a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere.

In such a bizarre realm, anyone would feel as if their life was hanging by a thread, with no sense of security. Subconsciously, many martial arts practitioners exerted all their strength, unleashing powerful punches and palm strikes to disperse the mist. However, all their efforts were like stones thrown into the sea, with no effect whatsoever.

It could not be dispersed. No matter how strong the wind, it could not disperse it. This was not ordinary mist but a special ability of a Grand Master, materialized through mental power and enhanced by mental spells, creating a bizarre space.

The green mist contained countless microscopic filaments, invisible to the naked eye. Once an intruder entered, these filaments would surge madly, invading the body through the breath, causing mental confusion and turning a person into an idiot at best, or drilling into the brain and reducing a living person to an empty shell at worst.

Anyone entering the green mist would be disturbed by the filaments, unable to distinguish directions. What seemed like a small area would become boundless. Even if one walked until they collapsed from exhaustion, they would never leave the range of the green mist.

"Sky-Prohibiting Technique—Dragon's Dusk and God's Silence." At first glance, this move seemed to lack obvious lethality. However, in reality, it was extremely vicious and terrifying, causing one to shudder with fear.

Only the Son of the Eastern Wasteland could remain clear-headed and move freely within the green mist, completely unaffected. Xiao Sheng, however, could not.

The "Divine-Repelling Hairpin" hidden in his hair emitted a gentle light, protecting him from top to bottom. Sensing the danger in the green mist, this magical artifact, personally refined by the female military strategist, automatically activated.

The countless bizarre filaments were, in essence, creations of spells and thus naturally restrained by spells. Under the protection of the Divine-Repelling Hairpin, Xiao Sheng was almost invulnerable to all evil. The filaments, which could penetrate any opening, became harmless. The Son of the Eastern Wasteland's ultimate move, "Sky-Prohibiting Technique—Dragon's Dusk and God's Silence," was unknowingly nullified.

However, even without being harmed by the green mist, his vision was still severely obstructed. Everywhere he looked was a green blur. His eyes were effectively useless.

But perhaps this situation had its benefits. Since Xiao Sheng couldn't see others, neither could the others in the Golden Hall see him.

At this moment, Xiao Sheng felt like laughing out loud. Originally, he was troubled about how to win the duel in front of everyone. But now, he didn't need to rack his brain. Everything became so simple, and there was no need to worry.

A sense of killing and oppression suddenly surged from all directions. The wind howled, sand and stones flew; dark clouds gathered, the sky darkened; thunder and lightning danced, like the end of the world, creating an incredibly terrifying and oppressive atmosphere.

Even though he knew that this was most likely just an illusion created by the Son of the Eastern Wasteland's powerful mental strength, the boundary between reality and illusion in this bizarre green mist had become blurred. It was evident that the Son of the Eastern Wasteland's final, strongest, and most domineering killing move was about to be unleashed.

"Kneel! Xiao Sheng, the deposed prince. If you want to live, kneel down immediately and beg for mercy!"

The voice of the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, filled with boundless arrogance and the desire to dominate everything, echoed from all directions, layer upon layer.

The Son of the Eastern Wasteland laughed maniacally, "How about it? Do you feel dizzy, with a vague pain in your organs and a sense of weakness? Ha, it's too late. Inside the Dragon's Dusk and God's Silence, you have no chance of winning. Your fate was sealed the moment you entered the green mist!"

Xiao Sheng actually felt no abnormality. But of course, he had no obligation to reveal his true feelings to the Son of the Eastern Wasteland. So he smiled calmly, "Oh... these green mists are indeed interesting. But, they are nothing more than that."

"Don't pretend. Ha, you're actually terrified, right? Don't try to hide it from me. The Son of the Eastern Wasteland knows everything and can do anything."

His voice paused, then suddenly became authoritative. He shouted in the tone of a victor, "Kneel and swear allegiance to me. Let me draw a thread of your vital blood and place a restriction on you. From now on, you will be my loyal dog. Otherwise, you will die! A miserable death!"

"Too much talk. Honestly, don't you feel ashamed saying such things?" Xiao Sheng was unimpressed and smiled, "Come on. This battle has dragged on too long. Use all your skills, and let's end this."

"...... Hmph! Stubborn! Since you insist, I will tear you to pieces and extract your soul to refine a divine weapon. To have the chance to become one of the divine weapons I use to conquer the world is an absolute honor for you. Ha, hahahaha~"

His maniacal laughter echoed like a tsunami or a mountain collapse, reverberating endlessly in the green mist. As the laughter faded, the ground trembled. The Son of the Eastern Wasteland appeared, his eyes burning with madness. His overwhelming aura swept in all directions, forcing everyone to feel a sense of madness. Strands of his hair turned green, moving without wind, flying wildly. The atmosphere of wildness and slaughter permeated every inch of his body!

The evil dragon battle patterns on his body changed again, shifting from covering his face to enveloping his entire body. Having completed his preparations, the Son of the Eastern Wasteland burned his life to the extreme, his dark dragon emperor aura becoming ten times clearer and more distinct, and a hundred times more terrifying and domineering than ever before!