To beco a universally recognized overlord, a person must not be easy to deal with.
Such a person is inevitably watched, calculated against, and feared by many.
Such a person must also be skilled in scheming.
Xiong Ba is naturally such a shrewd person.
Long before that day he was ushered back from the fishing village to the World Association, he had consud the last cherished Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus to restore his injuries, then feigned a reclusive life in the World’s No.1 Building. In reality, he had his father, Boss Zi Yi, replace him in handling gang affairs, while he had already quietly left through a secret passage with the Divine Stone, completely disappearing from the Martial World people’s sight.
Wise like Xiong Ba, after multiple failed attempts to use the Divine Stone, he was already aware he might have fallen into a trap.
At such tis, he had only one choice to make. Abandoning the Divine Stone was impossible, so he could only temporarily avoid the lilight, evade any potential tracking, and hide away to understand the Divine Stone.
No one would know that the Xiong Ba in the World’s No.1 Building was actually his father impersonating him, not even his closest confidant Wen Chouchou.
Because no one believed anyone would dare impersonate this unparalleled overlord.
And even his father, Boss Zi Yi, was unaware of where Xiong Ba had gone through the secret passage.
This is Xiong Ba’s way of doing things.
At such crucial monts, he would trust no one, not even his father, closed-door disciple Qin Shuang, or his only daughter You Ruo.
He was like a wounded beast, hiding alone in a dark corner to lick his wounds, waiting to reappear and regain his power once healed.
Therefore, when Wu Ming chose to reerge in the Martial World and visit the World Association, this forr Martial Arts Legend would inevitably face Boss Zi Yi, who was disguised as Xiong Ba, instead of finding Xiong Ba himself.
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Mountains are vast and water is vast, the mountain path is vast.
Right before Jiang Dali left Leifeng Tower to et Mud Buddha and Po Jun within an hour.
The majestic Heaven Mountain, where the World Association Headquarters is located, saw masses of people fall like rolling sugar-coated haws onto the steep thousand-step staircase, with daunting moans echoing from the foot of the mountain to the peak, akin to ghostly wails.
Countless torches lit up the thousand steps into two intertwined fiery dragons, as the World Association congregation opened in a fan shape from bottom to top, forming a pincers-like stance surrounding a bluish-clothed man whose cold and lancholic expression carried authority, slowly moving along.
This was an unbelievable scene.
Nurous World Association followers, who made Martial World people tremble with fear, were overawed by one person, surrounding but not attacking.
Many even showed expressions of fear and astonishnt.
Even the many World Association Players, who were too far to join the battle, were not discussing noisily, all subdued by this suddenly appearing mysterious expert along with the mass of injured yet still rolling about World Association followers, making the scene truly shocking.
It’s not hard to kill soone, and easier still to injure soone.
But to injure a thousand people so effortlessly as this bluish-clothed middle-aged man, leaving them not dead but entirely incapacitated... This precise control over power makes one’s heart sink.
This bluish-clothed middle-aged man is naturally Wu Ming, the forr Martial Arts Legend of Divine Martial Country.
His seemingly cold yet warm, three parts indifferent eyes exhibited seven parts majesty, gazing at the endless enemies in all directions.
The torch-reflected blades, swords, and spears danced on his face like chilling heat waves.
The World Association experts surrounding him were all wounded, overwheld by his unviolent yet suffocatingly oppressive aura, even struggling to stand.
Their spirit was lost.
By this mont, the World Association’s proud martial force had fallen flat before him, and the gang leader ant to oversee the situation hadn’t appeared, naturally inciting unease among battle-weary World Association followers.
"I co today seeking one thing from Xiong Ba, not to kill, nor stir further Martial World grudges. Please disperse," Wu Ming’s indifferent deanor faced countless fear-stricken yet stubborn faces, advancing steadily with each word, forcing those around him to retreat like ebbing sea waves.
Within the distant crowd, Wen Chouchou, dressed in a yellow wide robe and sleeves, donning a high yellow impermanence hat, held a goose-feather fan covering half his face, hiding within the masses with panic and confusion.
His heart involuntarily trembled with tension, frequently glancing backward towards the towering Heavenly Mountain peak, where the exquisite World’s No.1 Building reached into the clouds, inwardly calling out.
"Leader, oh leader! The leader reigning eternally, whose enterprise shall span centuries, why have you not erged to discipline this audacious fool! It’s over, all over! Should he indeed dare charge into the World’s No.1 Building, should I, Wen Chouchou, stop him or not? Master Shuang, oh Master Shuang, how are you also missing with the Heavenly Pool Twelve Evil?"
In his utter terror, Wu Ming truly ascended onto the broad World Association Headquarters martial practice arena.
At this mont, a clear shout echoed from another mountain path, as a young man who appeared to be sixteen or seventeen years old yet had a resolute expression led a large group of World Association experts, charging toward the location where Wu Ming stood.
"Master Shuang!"
"It’s Master Shuang!"
The nurous mbers of the World Association instantly found their anchor, rejoicing loudly.
Qin Shuang, as the only disciple ever accepted by the World Association Leader Xiong Ba after so many years, and also the only Hall Master given significant responsibilities, despite his young age and not having the most outstanding martial talent, excelled in being highly diligent and focused. He had mastered the Leader’s teachings and, relying on the Heavenly Frost Fist, expanded territories for the World Association south and north over the years.
At this mont, seeing Qin Shuang leading the charge, the formidable fighters under him all robust and vigorous, the crowd surrounding Wu Ming imdiately moved swiftly, filled with courage, shouted loudly, and surrounded him like a pincer, their cold gleaming blades and swords directed at Wu Ming.
Boom!!——
The sa scene which had happened countless tis before occurred suddenly.
A vortex of frenzied Sword Qi surged around Wu Ming’s body as if he were the eye of a hurricane, his robe motionless in the eye while he rely stepped forward indifferently, instantly causing all the blades and swords aid at him to be torn apart by the Sword Qi vortex and even creating a terrifying rebounding explosion of Sword Qi.
In a flash, Sword Qi pierced through bodies, and the surrounding World Association mbers who attacked first scread miserably, spitting blood and falling backward.
Wu Ming, strolling leisurely with hands behind his back, seed not to have moved at all, yet his enemies fell en masse, truly unstoppable.
"Stop!"
Qin Shuang shouted fiercely as he charged, crossing the fallen crowd, without a word gathered his fists, instantly his fists harnessed the Heaven and Earth Power, conjuring countless icy punch shadows. The fierce and sharp cold air imdiately caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.
Heavenly Frost Fist — Frost and Snow in Flight!
Wu Ming’s gaze did not waver, his steps paused slightly, and the Sword Qi swirling around him like a hurricane twisted into a fiery white Sword Qi with a slight hook of his fingers behind his back, roaring as it surged forward.
With a rumbling sound.
The icy air transford into a bone-chilling cold wind, sweeping over, sending the surrounding crowd there flying two zhang away.
Qin Shuang only felt his fists go numb, a suffocation in his chest, Blood Qi surged as the cold air he gathered with both hands was forced by a Sword Qi to recoil through his body, causing him to be involuntarily blown away, heavily falling to the ground.
anwhile, the blue figure continued effortlessly and serenely over the crowd, straight towards the World’s No.1 Building, overlooking the vast earth with a presence as if to Conquer the World. His calm voice, like tranquil and vast unstoppable waves, transmitted into the tall building.
"Xiong Ba! How long do you plan to hide?"
"Do or die! Do or die! I, Wen Chouchou, to express my loyalty and sincerity, will do or die today!"
Wen Chouchou’s expression changed repeatedly just thirty zhang away from Wu Ming, about to shout a command and rush out to prove himself, when suddenly a voice filled with extre brightness and a loud crazy laugh erupted from within the World’s No.1 Building.
This laugh was terrifying, not rely because of its sound, but it also demonstrated extre terrifying power, like a dragon’s roar full of majesty and dominance. Aside from Xiong Ba, in the World Association, no one else could produce such laughter.
All the despondent World Association mbers, upon hearing this laughter, seed as if their bodies were infused with strength, their fighting spirit rekindled.
After the terrifying laughter, a dignified voice followed, as if a tiger’s low growl pronounced word by word.
"Wu Ming! Your era has passed. Since you have withdrawn from the Martial World, why do you return? Don’t you know all who re-enter the Martial World never et a good end?"
Wu Ming’s expression remained indifferent, his eyes gradually showing doubt, speaking calmly with hands behind his back, "Martial World grudges have indeed nothing to do with ; I neither wish nor want this. Yet so things must be done, Xiong Ba, hand over the Divine Stone."
"Hehehe...hahaha!"
Within the building, that arrogant and domineering laughter once again stirred violent winds on the ground, resounding across Heaven Mountain, shaking people’s eardrums thunderously, an intimidating montum.
"With rely one sentence, you expect to take the Divine Stone? Do you still think it’s the Martial World days of decades ago? If you want the Divine Stone, then co in and take it yourself."
Wu Ming gazed deeply at the World’s No.1 Building, his steps marked forward, under countless agitated eyes, he stepped forward.
One was a forr Martial Arts Legend.
The other, the present Overlord.
How will the clash between these two great figures unfold?...
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