Tearing devils apart by hand.
At the same time, a thousand miles away in Yanjing City, stood the President’s Mansion of the Daxia New Country.
Under the cover of night, the President’s Mansion was heavily guarded. Its lavishly decorated main hall was illuminated as bright as day by several giant crystal chandeliers imported from the Western World.
A crimson carpet, heavy velvet curtains, a gilded fireplace...
In the center of the hall, on a large, soft, Western-style court sofa, sat a middle-aged man. He was slightly overweight, with thinning hair, and wore a silk robe.
Just then, a young maid was carefully carrying a delicate blue-and-white porcelain stew pot, walking toward her master on the sofa.
"Ah!" The maid suddenly stumbled!
The stew pot flew from her hands and smashed onto the polished marble floor, instantly shattering. Scalding brown broth splashed everywhere, quickly staining the expensive carpet.
Seeing this, the maid was scared out of her wits. She dropped to her knees with a thud.
The man on the sofa was startled by the sudden noise. Upon seeing the mess on the floor, he felt a nameless, wicked fire flare up inside him!
’He had been vexed by certain matters lately, unable to sleep. And this clumsy idiot had to pick this exact moment to set him off!’
He furiously slapped the arm of the sofa and roared, "Useless! You can’t even carry a bowl of soup! What good are you good-for-nothings?"
"Get out! Get out of my sight this instant!"
Tears streamed down the terrified maid’s face as she kowtowed repeatedly, blurting out in a panic, "Sir! Sir, please calm your anger!"
"It wasn’t my fault! I was suddenly frightened when I walked over to you, Sir! I really didn’t do it on purpose!"
Hearing this, the man laughed, his rage turning to amusement. The flesh on his face twitched, and his eyes grew sinister. "Frightened? What, am I so scary? Scary enough to make you drop things?"
"No! It wasn’t your appearance, Sir. It’s that just now, on you... I saw... a dragon!"
"A dragon?"
The word seemed to possess a magical power, instantly freezing the rage that filled his chest.
The even more vicious scolding he was about to unleash caught in his throat.
A deathly silence fell over the hall.
The anger slowly drained from the man’s face as he stared intently at the trembling, kneeling maid.
After a long moment, the man slowly raised a hand and spoke in a concerned tone. "Forget it... You weren’t burned, were you? You may go. Clean this up later, and don’t mention what just happened to anyone."
"Yes... yes! Thank you for your mercy, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" As if granted a great amnesty, the maid scrambled to her feet.
When the hall fell silent and he was alone again, the calm expression on the man’s face was gradually replaced by an increasingly fervent smile.
He leaned back against the sofa, muttering to himself, "A dragon... She saw a dragon... Haha... Hahahaha..."
"It seems my son had a point... And that Mr. Mei, the performer in Demon Sea City, is probably not far from taking that step..."
At the mention of Mr. Mei, the man’s smile faded slightly, and a flash of intense jealousy crossed his eyes.
’A performer? Singing his way to becoming a Grandmaster of Divine Intent?’
’Impossible! I will never allow anyone to break through to this Realm before I do!’
He clenched his fists violently, the muscles in his face twitching. "My son is right! My Yuan Family’s ancestral Imperial Ambition Fist is the art of emperors!"
"Only with an imperial will that can swallow mountains and rivers and encompass the universe can it be truly perfected."
"Once I reach that point, it will surely help me ascend to the Grandmaster of Divine Intent Realm!"
"Look throughout the annals of history! Emperor Zulong swept across the land and unified the world—he was a Grandmaster of Divine Intent! The Yinting Ancestor who conquered the Central Plains was also a Grandmaster of Divine Intent!"
"Looking even further back, any monarch who founded a nation and forged an immortal dynasty... which one of them wasn’t a supreme figure at the Martial Arts Peak?"
"It must be so! It must be so!"
At this thought, the man rose from the sofa and began to pace. "Only by grasping supreme power, gathering the fortune of the masses, and cultivating a true emperor’s disposition can I completely merge with the fist’s intent of the Imperial Ambition Fist!"
"When Qi and intent merge, Divine Will shall manifest!"
He stopped pacing and faced the boundless night outside the window, as if he could already see a future where he reigned supreme over the world, his Martial Arts reaching a divine level.
"Grandmaster of Divine Intent!"

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