595 Ancient Kings’ Cage! The Emperor!

The tension in the air was palpable. Only those eyes that refused to move away confirmed the uneasiness in his heart.

Clang!

As the spear tip penetrated the roaring flames, the once arm-thick white tiger spear expanded, its spearhead now spanning a colossal one hundred feet. The inferno reshaped it into a massive weapon. Surrounding it, the atmosphere crackled with energy, waves of flames dancing along the spear’s length.

The air twisted as the earth beneath fragmented further. The ground, scored deeply by the white tiger spear, fractured, becoming increasingly unstable.

Yet, in the face of such an attack, Qin Huai stood unwavering, using just a single finger to parry the combined assault of the seven ancient kings. His unflappable demeanor, those deep black eyes, radiated an aura of menace that set the king’s pulse racing.

“How… How is this even possible?” The white tiger ancient king’s voice trembled with disbelief. He felt a premonition — the shadow of impending doom.

Boom!

A force, unseen yet unstoppable, surged forth, impaling the white tiger ancient king. And before anyone could react, Qin Huai’s fist struck, sealing the ancient king’s fate. Another bone fragment appeared in his hand, which he casually pocketed.

From a distance, the Nine Supremes king scoffed, “He’s practically begging for death.” With a dismissive gesture, she sat in meditation. But in the blink of an eye, Qin Huai had closed the distance between them.

“Stop him!” Cries rang out. “How is he so fast?”

“Earth shield!” Wu Shan’s voice bellowed as he planted himself between Qin Huai and his target, summoning an immense barrier.

But to Qin Huai, it might as well have been paper. Without breaking stride, his fist connected.

Bang!

Wu Shan’s formidable frame, along with the earth shield, was obliterated. At the same time, the sky ignited as two ancient kings of the phoenix clan descended, a wall of flames attempting to stop Qin Huai’s advance.

Yet, Qin Huai merely extended his hand skyward. Within moments, a spectral figure began to form in his grasp.

The phoenix kings’ expressions contorted with horror as they slowed their descent, sensing impending peril. Reflected in their eyes was the haunting vision of Qin Huai’s hand, morphing into the silhouette of a white tiger bone king.

“How is this even possible?!” Gasps filled the air.

But fate had already sealed its course. The phoenix kings, unable to halt their rapid descent, collided with the phantom white tiger, shattering it to oblivion.

With a fluidity that defied belief, Qin Huai’s body coiled, his right leg swinging out in a lethal arc reminiscent of a scorpion’s tail lash. The force of the strike tore through the two phoenix wings, scattering feathers across the sky.

Disoriented, the ancient phoenix kings plummeted earthwards. With another sweeping kick, Qin Huai sent forth torrents of blood that morphed into golden tigers and wolves, crashing into the fallen kings with explosive force.

The sequence of attacks was executed with such precision and speed that in mere moments, four ancient kings lay defeated — with the white tiger ancient king meeting his end twice.

“Shouldn’t the white tiger be resurrected in your arms?” The ancient king of the Nine Supremes clan stared, his gaze a mix of bewilderment and suspicion.

Knowing that their revival relied on the king’s bone, logic dictated that the white tiger ancient king should have been reborn from Qin Huai’s arms, and not his hand. It appeared as though Qin Huai had control over the revival process.

“How did you manage that?” the ancient king pressed.

Without hesitation, Qin Huai’s fist lunged forward, obliterating the ancient king. In the aftermath, fragments of a skull began to coalesce into a human form at a pace that eclipsed the white tiger’s revival.

But to Qin Huai, this unique ability was merely an inconvenience. A single, powerful punch ended the new form’s resistance.

With a certain nonchalance, Qin Huai commented, “Your talent pales in comparison to that Fourth Generation Fairy. You can only revive three times.”

During his time in the black dragon world, he had used the power of the black coffin to redirect the white tiger ancient king’s resurrection energy into his own hand. The repercussions this held for the white tiger ancient king remained a mystery to Qin Huai, but it was of no concern to him. He had simply used the king as a shield.

“Ding! Current spirit bone fusion rate stands at 43%”

The surrounding landscape was dominated by fallen ancient kings, killed by Qin Huai’s might. Surveying his surroundings, his gaze landed on the six ancient kings positioned half a mile away. Encircling him were over a hundred ancient kings, their intense scrutiny betraying their concerns.

“What makes this young one so strong?” one mused.

“He’s a marvel. Had he been of my era, I might never have aspired for the king realm,” another admitted.

Yet, not one displayed fear. “If we let this young man mature, our legacy might be jeopardized.”

“Why should we be afraid? We’ve already met our ends. It’s time to secure a future for our lineage,” another retorted.

The kings’ collective decision was evident. “Together, we strike.”

“Keep your distance from him. His vitality is overwhelming, and he possesses an exceptional physique.”

“We’ll overwhelm him!”

“I’ll exhaust him to death here!”

As the ancient kings conversed, they adeptly evaded Qin Huai’s oncoming blows. The moment their voices died down, an explosive aura emanated from them, radiating from hundreds of the ancient kings.

The immense power coalesced, casting colossal shadows of the six royal clans in the sky, making it appear as though six ancient kings loomed overhead, staring disdainfully at the diminutive figure of Qin Huai.

The ground miles around them began to give way, with dust and debris rising tumultuously, and ancient trees uprooted. The surrounding vitality was abruptly severed, and a dread power cascaded from the heavens.

Such was this force that the elders of the six royal clans, observing from a distance, found themselves immobilized.

“The might of our ancestors is truly unparalleled,” an elder whispered, aghast.

“Though the ancient kings have passed, their combat prowess remains undiminished,” another elder chimed in, feeling a shiver run down his spine.

The royal elders knew they could invoke their own ancestral spirits, but in comparison to these ancient apparitions, theirs would merely be hollow imitations.

At the center of this overwhelming display, Qin Huai could feel the weight pressing him down, as if he were ensnared in a bog.

“Facing the united strength of over a hundred of us ancient kings is indeed a rare honor,” one of the ancient kings taunted. “Your demise at our hands will ensure your place in the annals of history.”

“Share your true name,” the Qilin clan’s ancient king called out confidently, “so that future generations may honor you with monuments and tomes.”

“I’d rather not,” Qin Huai responded dryly. “You might curse my name in the afterlife. Who can say what powers linger after the death of someone at the king realm?”

An ancient king’s laughter resonated. “Curse you? In death, past enmities often dissolve, and former foes may become allies. Besides, there’s no true vendetta between us.”

Qin Huai, feeling trapped, contemplated revealing a power he had hoped to keep hidden: his emperor’s force. Knowing its revelation would send tremors through the world, so he hesitated briefly before finally acquiescing.

As he made his resolve, a staggering, oppressive force swiftly enveloped the gathering of kings. A hazy black screen gradually materialized above, casting its shadow over them.

In moments, the overwhelming pressure forced one ancient king to his knees. The cage that had entrapped Qin Huai disintegrated, and the massive projections of the six beasts in the heavens began to bow down.

Panic and disbelief surged among the kings. “How can our cage be shattered? How can such power come from a single person?”

“Why would a king ever bow?”

Disbelief was mirrored in every eye, even the ancient kings. All eyes locked onto Qin Huai, drawn inexorably to the depths of his obsidian gaze. Within those eyes, they found an answer that sent chills down their spines.

Only one entity could ever command such deference from kings: an emperor.

With hair rising as if charged with electricity and eyes blazing with black fire, Qin Huai spoke, his voice carrying an unfathomable depth of power. “Black dragon world, black coffin! Everyone, let me borrow your royal bones.”

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