Volume One, Chapter 11: My Fate Is Determined by Me, Not by Heaven!
Today was supposed to be his moment of glory, the battle that would etch his name into history. Yet, to everyone’s shock, he was defeated in broad daylight by Mu Yi. It seemed he would never be able to trample beneath his feet this prodigy whom he could only look up to.
But now, with Mu Ling’s choice in his favor, the situation had completely reversed.
“Clan Leader, I request that you first imprison Mu Yi in the death cell, secure him with the Dragon Binding Shackles, and then leave his fate to me. Is that acceptable?” Mu Liancheng looked at Mu Ling.
“Of course. Mu Yi is yours now,” Mu Ling replied expressionlessly, already producing a pair of shackles in his right hand.
These were the Dragon Binding Shackles, the most formidable restraints of the Mu family. There was only one pair in the entire clan, reserved exclusively for use by the clan leaders of all generations.
“Liancheng, from this day forward, you are the young clan leader of the Mu family. Take these Dragon Binding Shackles—they are for the clan leader’s use,” Mu Ling said.
“Thank you, Clan Leader,” Mu Liancheng accepted the shackles and strode toward Mu Yi, his eyes filled with ferocity. “Mu Yi, weren’t you so arrogant? Weren’t you so proud? What’s wrong now? Why aren’t you arrogant anymore?”
“I’ll tell you this: in this world, it’s all about backing. A lone soul like you is destined to be nothing but a plaything in my hands!”
“By the way, I also know that within the Mu family, you’ve always treated your maid Ye Yuwei as your sister, your only true kin. After I lock you away in the death cell this time, I will make sure you see with your own eyes how she is violated to death. I want you to suffer! To regret ever coming into this world!”
Mu Liancheng had already reached Mu Yi. At this moment, Mu Yi, subdued by Mu Ling’s single palm pressing firmly on his shoulder, knelt on one knee, clearly unable to resist.
This allowed Mu Liancheng to stand arrogantly before him, towering like a hunter over prey.
The Dragon Binding Shackles were already clamping Mu Yi’s wrists.
The matter was settled.
Mu Yi was doomed.
Mu Liancheng laughed triumphantly, his joy seemingly unparalleled in his entire life.
“Clan Leader, are you really going to hand me over to Mu Liancheng? Am I truly the Mu family’s discarded son?” Mu Yi’s expression remained calm, his voice steady as he sought one final confirmation.
From the moment Mu Ling acted until now, he had not resisted.
To everyone watching, it seemed impossible for him to resist before a divine transformation realm expert.
Not that he refused to fight—it was that he simply could not.
“Face reality. This is your fate. You cannot escape it,” Mu Ling said coldly, looking at Mu Yi as if he were a beast, a lamb awaiting slaughter.
“Hahaha! Accept my fate?” Mu Yi suddenly burst into a bitter, hollow laugh, his eyes blazing with boundless killing intent.
“My destiny is mine to command, not heaven’s!”
Suddenly, the energy within Mu Yi surged like a raging sea, like dragons and elephants roaring in unison, like the earth itself overturning.
Boom!
The palm pressing Mu Yi’s shoulder was forcefully repelled, and Mu Ling himself was sent flying backward.
Bang!
The Dragon Binding Shackles confining Mu Yi’s wrists shattered explosively.
“No...!”
For a moment, no one could react.
But Mu Liancheng immediately sensed the overwhelming murderous aura, like a tide of raging seas.
He tried to flee.
But it was already too late.
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Mu Yi sprang up abruptly, grabbing hold of him.
Crack!
Enraged, Mu Yi tore Mu Liancheng apart, dismembering him completely.
Everyone saw his body ripped to pieces, blood splattered across the ground.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
Neither Mu Ling nor Guo Baihe, who was presiding over the contest from the stands, could have anticipated this.
“How is this possible...?”
By the time they reacted, they saw Mu Liancheng lying dead by Mu Yi’s hands.
“Mu Ling! You’re next!” Mu Yi showed no intention of stopping.
Within him, dragons roared and tigers howled; the raging sea swept away all in its path.
Since the heavens were unjust, he would slaughter them.
“King’s Overlord Fist!”
Mu Yi’s self-created ultimate skill shattered Mu Liancheng’s divine feat, reemerging with even greater power, fueled by his boundless rage—enough to punch a hole through the heavens and earth.
Burning his boats, there was no turning back.
This punch surpassed all his limits.
“Suicide!”
Mu Ling never expected Mu Yi’s sudden uprising, killing Mu Liancheng instantly, and then daring to attack him.
He was a first-rank divine transformation expert.
“Hundred Battles Shining Dragon Fist!”
The Mu family’s strongest secret technique, their trump card, unleashed suddenly with a piercing roar.
Their fists collided, force and energy exploding, bones creaking in response.
The very air trembled, crackling with a series of explosive sounds.
Crack, crack!
At the moment of impact, Mu Ling’s face distorted in unbearable pain.
He instantly sensed that the power within Mu Yi’s fist was endless—a mighty torrent sweeping across the world without end.
His power was infinite!
The overwhelming energy seemed not to come from Mu Yi’s body, but from the limitless sky itself.
“No...!”
Mu Ling saw death reflected in his eyes.
The incomparable strength from Mu Yi’s fist surged into Mu Ling’s body, instantly destroying his meridians, his dantian, everything within.
Bang!
His body flew like a sandbag, landing tens of meters away, limp and broken, blood pouring, dead in an instant, like a heap of rotten mud.
“Clan Leader! He’s dead...!” The Mu family members rushed forward, unable to believe what they saw.
Mu Ling, a first-rank divine transformation expert, had been killed by Mu Yi’s single punch.
“Elder Guo, save me...!” Before anyone else could react, a figure from the Mu family dashed swiftly toward Guo Baihe’s position.
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This was none other than Mu Tianqiong, the Mu family’s second-in-command, the great elder, and Mu Liancheng’s grandfather.
But before he could reach Guo Baihe, Mu Yi took a single leap and was behind him.
A thunderous punch blasted through his body, the fist piercing straight through his chest.
“Ah!”
Mu Yi roared, tearing his hands apart.
Mu Tianqiong’s body was split in two, blood gushing as his halves collapsed to either side.
“This...!”
The Mu family members were dumbstruck, utterly unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Some were so frightened they wet themselves.
No one had anticipated that after Mu Ling appeared, sided with Mu Liancheng, and subdued Mu Yi, that all would be settled and Mu Yi’s fate sealed.
But suddenly, Mu Yi erupted in fury, instantly killing Mu Liancheng, then punching the clan leader Mu Ling to death, and tearing Mu Tianqiong in half!
Mu Yi had transformed into an ancient demon god descended upon the world, slaughtering without mercy!
“Mu Yi! I will grind your bones to dust!”
At that moment, Guo Baihe finally reacted and launched an attack against Mu Yi.
He was a superpower of the Primordial Realm.
Everything had happened too quickly, in a flash, even he had failed to respond in time.
Mu Ling, Mu Tianqiong—he was indifferent even if they died here.
But Mu Liancheng must not die!
He had come to Lieshan City specifically for Mu Liancheng.
Now fully alert, Guo Baihe’s body surged with boundless killing intent, spreading his aura like a great roc spreading its wings, enveloping Mu Yi.
His fingers, like eagle talons, clawed downward with tremendous force, covering the entire martial arena.
His power arrived before his body even did; the platform floor cracked, stones flew, dust billowed.
This was the power of a Primordial Realm expert—far from ordinary.
Yet just then, a sword energy suddenly slashed through the air.
Boom.
An explosion erupted.
Everyone saw Guo Baihe’s body flung backward, landing several meters away, clutching his chest, retreating with hurried steps.
A gentle breeze stirred, smoke and dust cleared.
On the platform stood a woman clad in flowing azure robes.
Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, her skin as pure as snow, her form ethereal and flawless.
Her beauty transcended the world, her fragrance untold, as if sent for some divine purpose.
Everyone who saw her was struck to their core, regardless of gender.
How could such a perfect woman exist?
She was no mere mortal but a celestial fairy descended from the heavens.
With her arrival, the entire world seemed to grow sanctified; even the air felt fresh and invigorating.
“That’s her! The unparalleled national treasure, a figure of legend—Ren Yanyu!”
Some among the crowd immediately recognized the woman’s identity.
Her fame was immense.
No one, young or old, did not know her name.