Hearing these nonsensical words, Wei Ting’s mind reeled for a few seconds.
A moment later, rage overwhelmed his reason. "You dare play mystic in front of me, Wei Ting?"
As he spoke, the Huajin around his body erupted. A violent blast of air swept out in all directions with him at its center.
The generals beside him didn’t even have time to react before the blast sent them staggering backward.
His eyes were crimson, his fists clenched as he snarled, "You damn rebels!"
Wei Ting had been adopted by the Yuan Family as a child. They had raised him, trained him, and given him everything. The very technique he used, the Imperial Ambition Fist, was an ancestral art of the Yuan Family.
Even his cultivation as a Grandmaster of Huajin had been built upon the Immortal Flesh the Yuan Family had bestowed upon him.
Wei Ting owed the Yuan Family a debt as heavy as a mountain. He would never allow anyone to defy the will of the one in Yanjing!
"Die!"
With a furious roar, Wei Ting shot both fists forward!
Imperial Ambition Fist! Legend had it that a Yuan Family ancestor created this technique after observing emperors at war. To throw this punch was like an emperor leading his own campaign—a display of absolute power, the completion of a grand enterprise, a force that could dominate the world!
In an instant, countless streams of Fist Force shot through the air from Wei Ting’s fists!
They were overwhelming! Inescapable! Yet the old man’s lips still held a faint, indifferent smile.
He stood perfectly still, allowing the barrage of Fist Force to slam into him.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! The muffled impacts came as thick as rain. The Fist Force struck the old man’s body as if hitting a wall of bronze, producing a continuous series of dull thuds.
The old man still stood on the spot without moving a muscle. Wei Ting’s pupils suddenly contracted. He saw a layer of shimmering golden airflow emerge on the surface of the old man’s body.
The flow of air was dense, refusing to disperse. In the shimmering haze, he thought he could see several strands of yellow electricity arcing within it.
’What is that?’
Wei Ting’s mind went blank. He had heard that those lunatics from the Yellow Heaven Corps cultivated a heretical Technique, something called the "Yellow Heaven Primordial Qi Technique."
It was said that at a minor level of mastery, it could block ordinary blades. At the level of the Yellow Turban Warriors, one would have limitless strength and be impervious to blades and spears.
’Could it be... that’s the technique?’
’No! Even if he’s mastered it, even if he’s impervious to attack, that’s just on the surface! My Huajin causes internal damage! No matter how tough his exterior is, it can’t protect his fragile internal organs!’
’But how is he still standing?’
Wei Ting stared at the old man, his expression shifting repeatedly. In the next moment, the old man murmured, "Imperial Ambition Fist... There was indeed a kid from the Yuan Family who practiced this technique quite well back in the day."
"It’s a pity you’ve only scratched the surface."
As the old man’s voice fell, a wild gale suddenly swirled up within the main hall! The wind came without any warning, simply surging in from all directions.
Wei Ting’s pupils shrank. He instinctively sensed danger! Extreme danger!
Before he could react, Huang Jiao moved. He raised his right hand, fingers slightly spread, and his lips parted. "Lord Lei, aid me!"
The instant the last two words left his lips, several streams of visible airflow burst from the old man’s palm. The streams were golden, entwined with tiny arcs of electricity.
Fast! So fast its trajectory was invisible!
Wei Ting only had time to instinctively swing his fists! Countless streams of Fist Force poured from his knuckles, rushing head-on toward those golden lightning serpents!
The moment the two collided, the Fist Force was instantly crushed. The golden lightning serpents didn’t even slow down in the slightest as they shot straight through Wei Ting’s chest!
Wei Ting’s body suddenly stiffened. He lowered his head and looked at the five charred holes in his chest.
His consciousness began to fade. In his final moment, Wei Ting "saw" a world—a world of pure lightning.
The sky was filled with thunderclouds, and countless golden thunderbolts descended from the heavens, scorching the earth to black.
The golden bolts of lightning intertwined, converging into a boundless ocean of electricity that surged toward him.
Wei Ting could only watch helplessly as the sea of lightning completely engulfed his last vestiges of consciousness.
Ten seconds passed. Wei Ting’s corpse fell stiffly to the floor.
A deathly silence fell over the hall. The generals were all dumbstruck.
’The Military Governor of Jiangze Province... is dead? A Grandmaster of Huajin... dead just like that?’
They looked at the smoldering corpse on the ground, then at the old man standing in the doorway, his body still wreathed in golden electricity. The expressions on their faces shifted from shock, to terror, and finally, to utter despair.
Lu Wen was the first to react. His legs gave out, and he knelt on the floor with a THUD.
"Grandpa Tiangong, spare my life! Grandpa Tiangong, spare me! This humble one is willing to serve you faithfully for the rest of my days!"
The crowd, which had been terrified just moments before, finally came to their senses.
They looked at each other, then all at once, they fell to their knees in a great wave.
"Spare us!"
"We surrender!"
"Grandpa Tiangong, spare our lives!"
The old man spoke slowly, his voice reaching every person’s ear. "The tide of the world turns for me. From this day forward, all of you will go and proclaim to the four corners of the world that Jiangze Province is now under the command of me, Tiangong General Huang Jiao!"
Fei Guyuan’s face was filled with fanaticism. He then shouted, "The Blue Sky is dead, the Yellow Sky shall rise!"
The other generals were stunned for a moment, then they hurriedly began to chant as well:
"The Blue Sky is dead, the Yellow Sky shall rise!"
Huang Jiao stood there, watching them with a slight nod. The next moment, Fei Guyuan led the generals out of the hall.
Only Huang Jiao and Wei Ting’s corpse remained in the hall.
Huang Jiao glanced down at the corpse, shook his head gently, then raised a hand to look at his own body.

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