Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xia Tianming smoothly clenched his right hand!

"Boom!"

A terrifying black aura shot up into the sky, and Xia Tianming's dantian was crushed just like that.

The power of the Great Dao of Asura returned to the heavens and earth, and the once clear sky instantly turned gloomy.

Countless black clouds gathered, and within the black clouds, countless Purgatory Evil Ghosts roared and struggled.

Xia Tianming gazed blankly at everything in the sky, then lowered his head in confusion, staring at his own hands.

"How... how is it possible, you've destroyed me?"

Feeling the frantic loss of power inside him, he looked at Xia Tianming in disbelief, murmuring to himself.

"Can't accept it?"

His response was Xia Tianming's emotionless words.

"Compared to what you've done to me, I'm not being excessive."

"My power, my realm...!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Xia Tianming! Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Xia Tianming's eyes bled crimson, and in that moment, his spirit utterly collapsed.

The throne of Emperor Xia, the power of a Martial Sovereign, supreme power, millennia of schemes.

All of it vanished in this moment because of Xia Tianming.

"Heh, if you couldn't do it while alive, do you think you can threaten me when dead?"

Xia Tianming crushed the dantian fragments in his hand into powder.

Xia Tianming, whose dantian was dug out, was already gravely injured and could no longer hold on, falling straight back.

"Father!"

At this moment, Xia Naiwu rushed in from behind, quickly catching Xia Tianming, preventing him from hitting the ground.

His eyes were already filled with hatred and anger.

"Xia Tianming, what a vicious heart you have!"

He raised his head, shouting angrily at Xia Tianming.

"Vicious?" Xia Tianming also looked at him, sneering coldly.

"Compared to your father, my viciousness doesn't even reach one-tenth of his."

"It's best to take him away quickly, but be careful. His body is now weaker than a Martial Disciple. If you exert too much force, he might just die."

Hearing Xia Tianming's words, Xia Naiwu was taken aback, then hurriedly suppressed his aura, fearing that it would cause Xia Tianming's fragile body to collapse.

"Xia Tianming... you've taken the throne of Emperor Xia." Xia Naiwu took a deep breath, casting a venomous and hateful gaze at him.

"But I swear, I will take back this throne of Emperor Xia!"

Yellow Tier Second Layer Martial Sovereign Xia Naiwu, in front of the Ten Great Xia Emperors and the assembly of ministers, viciously threw out these words.

Xia Donghai's expression became slightly unnatural.

The position of Emperor Xia is no trifling matter. If Xia Naiwu weren't of the direct Xia Family lineage, saying such words would be tantamount to rebellion.

But even as direct Xia Family lineage, declaring in front of everyone that he will reclaim the throne...

This shows he has made up his mind to fight to the end with Xia Tianming's faction.

Originally, with Xia Tianming being crippled, if their faction had lowered their flags and stilled their drums, Xia Tianming would not trouble them.

But Xia Naiwu's actions are likely to lead him to a dead end.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, a cold glint flickered in Xia Tianming's eyes.

"Xia Naiwu, I rather think with your current strength, you don't deserve to be the Emperor's Son of the Great Xia Empire."

"Xiao Feng is younger and more talented than you. You should yield the title of Emperor's Son!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the nearly unconscious Xia Tianming was instantly enraged, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

He propped himself up against Xia Naiwu's shoulder to barely stand firm, then pointed at Xia Tianming, furiously saying, "Xia Tianming, you've gone too far!"

"From birth, my son was recognized as having the Innate Emperor Body by everyone in the Empire!"

"Your grandson Xia Feng, was clearly born a mortal; his Emperor Body doesn't have the innate qualities of an Innate Emperor Body at all!"

The Ten Great Xia Emperors nodded in agreement.

Though Xia Feng hadn't demonstrated his abilities since arriving in the Imperial Capital, these old foxes, having lived for millennia, discerned his essence at first sight.

As a Celestial Tier Martial Sovereign, he could comprehend dozens of the Great Dao Rules' essences, let alone martial artists of a lower realm.

The characteristic of the Innate Emperor Body is possessing a Great Emperor Body from birth without needing to condense it.

However, Xia Feng's Emperor Body lacked the ancient and domineering aura that comes with the passage of ages, clearly a recent formation through his own efforts.

"Yes, what you say is correct."

Xia Tianming nodded, then continued to smirk coldly.

"Just like Xiao Feng, I also reached my current realm step by step with a mortal body. When Xia Tianming was in his twenties, wasn't he just a Profound Tier Martial Saint?"

"In comparison, doesn't Xia Naiwu, who possesses a Great Emperor Body, even less deserve to be the Emperor's Son?"

Xia Tianming was momentarily taken aback, not expecting Xia Tianming to argue with such logic, leaving him momentarily speechless.

But soon, he gritted his teeth and angrily retorted.

"Don't talk nonsense here!"

"Since the first Xia Emperor, the Empire has had a rule that only those with the Innate Emperor Body among the Xia Family can be the Emperor's Son!"

"No matter how outstanding your grandson's talent is, he remains a mortal, unfit to be the Emperor's Son!"

"Or are you intending to use forbidden techniques to strip my son's Emperor Body to transfer it to Xia Feng just to make him the Emperor's Son?!"

Faced with Xia Tianming's questioning, Xia Tianming remained expressionless the entire time.

"You... A winner is a king, and a loser is a bandit. I admit I did many excessive things to you in the past, but haven't you won now?"

"Even if you resent me, it's between you and me and doesn't need to involve my son!"

Facing Xia Tianming's angry shouts, Xia Tianming remained expressionless.

Feeling the gazes of other patriarchs, Xia Tianming slowly sat down on the edge of the Emperor Dragon Platform, beckoning to Xia Feng.

"Xiao Feng, come here."

Xiao Feng nodded and quickly walked to Xia Tianming's side.

"Xiao Feng, what do you think of the current Emperor's Son of the Great Xia Empire?" Xia Tianming asked.

"In my opinion, worth about a response of dung." Xiao Feng shrugged, waving dismissively.

Xiao Feng's look was rather aggravating, blatantly showing disdain when looking at Xia Naiwu.

The back-and-forth between the grandfather and grandson instantly provoked Xia Naiwu.

His eyes narrowed, and he stood up suddenly, pressing a formidable aura toward Xiao Feng.

"What did you say? You trash who isn't even a Martial Sovereign, say it again!?"

According to his plan, Xiao Feng, as a Half-Emperor, would surely tremble under his aura, perhaps even collapse.

But unexpectedly, the aura Xia Naiwu unleashed, likened to a clay ox entering the sea, left Xiao Feng unfazed.

"I said you're trash, what, aren't you convinced?"

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