Chapter 222: I, Zhou Yi, Am Here to Rob You!

"Hiss!"

The elder Mu Gu sucked in a sharp breath, his entire body turning cold. A high-ranking Half-Saint, the Second Heavenly Venerate Gu You Saint... just like that...

Gone?

Not even bones remained!

Terrifying.

Absolutely horrifying.

"Who is this person? Could he be a Dou Saint?"

The Star-Plucking Ghost's mind churned wildly, his gaze at Zhou Yi filled with dread. This was too terrifying.

Escape! They had to run!

Swish, swish, swish!

The Star-Plucking Ghost, Elder Mu Gu, the Black and White Sovereigns, and the rest of the Hall of Soul experts all fled in different directions with every ounce of strength they could muster.

"Trying to run?"

Yao Chen's eyes widened in fury as he prepared to pursue.

However, before he could act, Zhou Yi extended his hand. His five fingers spread wide, resembling five massive mountains that covered the skies, suppressing the heavens and earth.

A World Within His Palm!

The Black and White Sovereigns and the other Soul Hall experts, all no stronger than six-star Dou Venerates, were utterly powerless before this move. Zhou Yi captured them all with a single grasp, as effortlessly as an eagle seizing chicks.

"No...!"

"The Hall of Soul won't let you go!"

The Black and White Sovereigns, Elder Mu Gu, the Star-Plucking Ghost, and the others roared in anger and terror.

Boom!

Zhou Yi clenched his fingers. Like fragile bubbles, every captured Hall of Soul expert was crushed to dust, leaving no trace of their existence.

"Hiss!"

Yao Chen froze in mid-air, his face pale with shock.

In his eyes, Zhou Yi, who appeared to only be at the seven-star Dou Venerate level, was even more terrifying than a Dou Saint.

Unbelievably powerful.

But the Hall of Soul's true terror lay in its backing—one of the strongest among the Ancient Eight Clans, the Soul Clan. They had numerous high-level Dou Saints, and their clan leader, Hun Tiandi, was a nine-star pinnacle Dou Saint.

Even if Zhou Yi's strength rivaled that of a Dou Saint, standing against the Soul Clan seemed like an impossible feat.

Yao Chen approached Zhou Yi with a grave expression and said, "Young Master, we've completely fallen out with the Hall of Soul now, and we're fully exposed to them. The Hall of Soul has Dou Saint-level experts, and the Soul Clan behind them is even more fearsome…"

"No worries."

Zhou Yi waved dismissively and returned to the Zhou Manor.

"Such an unfathomable man," Yao Chen thought as he watched Zhou Yi's retreating figure. "He even knew about the Gu Clan and the ancient Emperor Jade of Tuoshe. He must have a plan regarding the Soul Clan. What could he possibly be relying on?"

"Could Zhou Yi be a Dou God? Or perhaps backed by a Dou God? But is that even possible?"

Unable to make sense of it, Yao Chen decided to focus on preparing for the inevitable Hall of Soul retaliation.

Within the Zhou Manor.

"Zhou Yi is too powerful! Could he truly be a Dou Saint?"

"To casually obliterate a Half-Saint... he must be a Dou Saint!"

"We never expected Zhou Yi to be such a terrifying Saint!"

"A living legend!"

"To have the fortune of knowing Master Zhou... what incredible luck!"

Jia Xingtian, Hai Bodong, Fa Ma, Gu He, and the other powerhouses of the Jia Ma Empire were filled with both astonishment and elation.

A Dou Saint—a being of legend.

Here, in this region, even a Dou Emperor stood at the peak of power, and a Dou Ancestor was the ultimate ceiling.

A Dou Venerate was already considered a myth, someone as elusive as a divine dragon.

And a Dou Saint? That was a legend among legends.

Even in the Central Plains, a Dou Saint would be regarded as an ancestor-level figure of supreme might.

"The Hall of Soul has definitely hit an iron wall this time!"

Gu Xun'er, dressed in a flowing violet gown, stood elegantly, her aura as cold and pure as a lotus untouched by the mundane world. Her clear, tranquil eyes gazed at the Zhou Manor, carrying a trace of anticipation.

Zhou Yi's unfathomable strength intrigued and unnerved her. Now that he had killed the Hall of Soul's Second Heavenly Venerate and several Dou Venerates, the Hall of Soul would undoubtedly retaliate.

And next time, they would surely send a true Dou Saint.

A Dou Saint, even among the Ancient Eight Clans, was a high-ranking existence.

Knowing Zhou Yi's personality, any Soul Clan Dou Saint who came would likely meet the same fate. By then, perhaps Zhou Yi's true cards would be revealed.

Thinking of the power Zhou Yi possessed, far surpassing that of a nine-star Dou Saint, Gu Xun'er's anticipation only grew.

Back in the Zhou Manor.

Ya Fei, Yao Ye, Yun Yun, Xiao Yu, Queen Medusa, Yue Mei, Pei Nanwei, Xue Mei, and Lin Fei all gathered around with concern written across their faces.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Zhou Yi gave them a reassuring smile and said, "Still, it's best for all of you to stay at home for now. The Hall of Soul doesn't shy away from dirty tricks, and they might target you."

"Husband, what kind of force is the Hall of Soul?" Queen Medusa asked.

Just moments ago, several Dou Venerates and even a Half-Saint had appeared, something they could hardly fathom before. After all, just one Dou Venerate could effortlessly sweep across the entire Jia Ma Empire.

"On the surface, there are eleven major factions in the Dou Qi Continent: one Hall, one Tower, two Sects, three Valleys, and four Pavilions."

"The 'One Hall' refers to the Hall of Soul, the strongest force on the surface."

"However, the true powers of the Dou Qi Continent are the Ancient Eight Clans, who descend from the legacy of the Dou God. Among them, some clans have fallen, like the Xiao Clan, which is now reduced to a shadow of its former glory in Wu Tan City."

"The Hall of Soul was established by the Soul Clan, the true strongest force on the continent. Their clan leader, Hun Tiandi, is a nine-star pinnacle Dou Saint, and the clan has numerous high-level Dou Saints."

"A nine-star pinnacle Dou Saint?"

"Hiss!"

Hearing this, Queen Medusa, Yun Yun, Yao Ye, and the others were utterly stunned.

In an era without Dou Gods, a nine-star pinnacle Dou Saint was an unparalleled existence—the very pinnacle of power.

Zhou Yi gently wrapped his arms around Yun Yun and Queen Medusa, his hand resting lightly on their noticeably pregnant bellies. He smiled warmly and said, "Don't worry. Just focus on your pregnancies. Even if Hun Tiandi himself comes, I won't be afraid!"

Though his current cultivation was still lacking, Zhou Yi wasn't in a hurry. He would let the Soul Clan come to him, slowly offering up their lives as stepping stones.

For now, he would wait, growing stronger until the time came to truly take the initiative.

By the time they made their move, he would at least have advanced to the Dou Saint realm, and the initiative would lie firmly in his hands.

After reassuring the women, Zhou Yi took out a special card, the Tyrant Beauty Snatcher Card.

The trouble the Soul Clan had brought him recently gave Zhou Yi all the more reason to quickly enhance his strength.

And the fastest way to enhance his strength?

Childbirth.

[Location: Snow World (Sword Snow Stride), Northern Liang Palace]

[Task: Li Yang had swept through the Spring and Autumn Period, Xu Xiao had trampled over six kingdoms, and gathered countless beauties. Young hero, charge forth! Rob him!]

"Snow World again? Not bad," Zhou Yi mused,

taking a single step forward, vanishing from the Zhou Mansion.

Snow World, Northern Liang Palace.

Xu Fengnian had returned to the palace after three years of travels.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Finally, I see Your Highness again! For three years, this humble servant has neither eaten nor slept!"

A plump man dressed in luxurious robes barreled forward, stumbling and scrambling like a rolling ball. His face was streaked with tears and snot.

Jiang Ni looked on in disgust.

This bloated man, resembling a pig, was akin to the fiercest warrior of the Northern Liang Army, Zuo Xiong—both were adopted sons of Xu Xiao, bearing the surname Chu. This one's name was Chu Lushan, one of the "Three Hounds" and the group's metaphorical hawk-dog.

Known for his honeyed words and treacherous heart, Chu Lushan was an unabashed lecher.

He often preached that "brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes." Years ago, he regularly urged Xu Fengnian to share his concubines, a twisted demonstration of loyalty that could only be described as perversely steadfast.

"Neither eaten nor slept, huh? Chu Fatty, how is it you've gained dozens of pounds?" Xu Fengnian sneered, wrapping his arm around the man's thick neck.

Chu Lushan, his face turning red from the chokehold, protested tearfully,

"Your Highness, I've lost weight, truly! I've lost a whole round! If Your Highness doesn't believe me, I'll weigh myself right now. If I'm heavier by even a single pound, I'll cut off one pound of flesh! Ten pounds heavier, I'll cut ten pounds!"

Releasing him, Xu Fengnian slapped Chu Lushan's jiggling cheeks with a smirk.

"Good brother indeed."

Grinning slyly, Chu Lushan leaned closer,

"Your Highness, I've recently acquired a new concubine—skin so tender it practically drips water when pinched. I haven't touched her yet; I saved her especially for Your Highness. Care to grace my humble abode for some wine, a little music, and then…?"

Xu Fengnian nodded. "We'll see."

Suddenly—BOOM!

Before Xu Fengnian could finish his words, a terrifying aura erupted above the Northern Liang Palace, sweeping over the entire palace and spreading across Northern Liang City like a dragon's roar.

Countless experts within the palace were startled, their heads snapping upward.

Who dared to act so brazenly in Northern Liang Palace?

Xu Xiao's conquests across six kingdoms, his destruction of countless martial sects, and his assembly of their martial arts into the Tide Listening Pavilion had established it as a holy land of martial learning.

Martial artists across the world yearned for the Tide Listening Pavilion, but none dared trespass. Those who did met only one fate: death.

Northern Liang Palace was nothing short of a dragon's den, rivaling the might of Wang Xianzhi's Martial Emperor City.

Xu Fengnian also looked up, seeing a youth of striking elegance and extraordinary bearing hovering in the sky, gazing down upon the palace.

"Robbery!"

The chilling, majestic voice echoed across the heavens and earth.

Zhou Yi surveyed the Northern Liang Palace and announced loudly,

"Men to the left, women to the right!

And those who are neither… stand in the middle!"

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