"You've lost."

Xia Feng's slightly mocking words pierced Xia Naiwu's heart like a sharp knife.

Xia Naiwu trembled all over, still unable to believe that he had been defeated by Xia Feng so easily.

He was the pride of the heavens, born with the Great Emperor Body, and the prospective heir to the next Emperor Xia.

Yet now, like a stray dog, he was cruelly trampled underfoot, stripped of all dignity.

"What are you? How can there be someone like you in this world, a Martial Sovereign in their twenties, simultaneously cultivating ten Great Dao Rules? Who are you?! Who exactly are you?!"

Xia Naiwu roared with all his strength, unable to understand or comprehend!

"Who am I?" Xia Feng couldn't help but laugh at the question. "Haven't you always known?"

"I am the grandson of Xia Tianming, the son of Xia Naiwen. Ever since the Ten Top Grade Sacred Land Saintesses found me, I've been a thorn in your eye."

"I am from the Reversed Blood Lineage, someone your people have tried to assassinate time and time again. I survived even when the Ten Great Upper Grade Saint Masters united against me."

"And now I am the one standing on your head, about to replace you as the Emperor's Son."

Hearing these words, Xia Naiwu froze.

All the previous Xia Emperors frowned as well. In their long periods of seclusion, they were out of touch with the events of the outside world.

So Xia Naiwu and Xia Feng's enmity had begun so long ago?

"Xia Naiwu, you've lost. Do you recall your previous wager?"

Xia Feng reached out and pulled Xia Naiwu up from the ground.

Cold, an extreme cold was the only sensation Xia Naiwu felt at that moment.

He saw this one emotion in Xia Feng's eyes, devoid of any feeling.

Right hand holding the person, left hand approaching the Dantian, exactly what Xia Tianming did to Xia Tianming earlier.

"No, you're mad, you can't do this to me, you're insane!"

After the cold, only terror filled Xia Naiwu's mind.

The more fiercely he struggled, the stronger Xia Feng's grip became. Before long, his face turned purple-black from suffocation.

"Xia Feng, release my son, you're not seriously going to kill him in front of the past Xia Emperors?!"

Xia Tianming was more anxious than anyone. He hurriedly got up from the ground and shouted towards Xia Feng in the sky.

But he forgot one thing: without Spiritual Power, his voice couldn't even reach Xia Feng, who was a hundred meters away.

The once high and mighty Emperor Xia's angry shouts were now nothing more than the buzzing of insects.

"You previously asked the former Xia Emperors to witness, and I agreed to your wager."

"So now, no one can help you, Xia Naiwu."

"As agreed, the loser will have their Dantian abolished and will never walk the path of cultivation again."

"I will fulfill that for you."

Xia Feng's left hand ignited in blazing flames, close to Xia Naiwu's body.

"No, let... let me go, I beg you."

Xia Naiwu was consumed by immense fear, no longer arrogant and domineering as before, he let go of all pretenses and desperately pleaded with Xia Feng.

Xia Feng remained expressionless, as if he didn't hear anything, and plunged his hand into Xia Naiwu's flesh.

Soon after, a blood-red sphere was pulled out by him.

Xia Naiwu watched as Xia Feng held in his hand his own Dantian, countless streams of blood gushing from it and fluttering around Xia Feng's wrist.

This little thing was the entirety of Xia Naiwu's path of cultivation.

"You can't do this. My mother is Princess Qinghe of the Rizhao Empire. If you cripple me, she will certainly not let you go!"

Xia Naiwu was in utter collapse, frantically shouting at Xia Feng.

"If it were I who lost, would you have spared me?"

Xia Feng looked at Xia Naiwu once more, his eyes growing colder.

Looking into Xia Feng's eyes, Xia Naiwu finally understood, that no matter what happened today, Xia Feng would not desist.

"You filthy wretch, my mother will avenge me. She will use countless means to torture you, you bastard..."

Hearing this, Xia Feng kicked fiercely at Xia Naiwu's chest.

Xia Naiwu's eyes bulged and his entire body was sent flying by an irresistible force.

He was thrown beside Xia Tianming, crashing into the ground with a loud pit and instantly losing consciousness.

"Bang!"

Simultaneously, Xia Feng crushed Xia Naiwu's Dantian, and the power of the Great Dao of Blood Demon returned to the world.

Xia Tianming, Xia Feng.

One destroyed the former Xia Emperor, the other destroyed the former Emperor's Son.

The ministers below the Emperor Dragon Platform showed complex expressions.

The Ten Great Xia Emperors did not intervene, which meant that starting today, the Great Xia Empire would experience a change of reign.

Those ministers who understood the situation knelt down one after another.

Their direction of supplication changed, and those who once knelt before Xia Tianming now all worshipped in the direction of Xia Tianming.

"We congratulate the ascension of Emperor Xia!"

"The might of the new Emperor will shake the four seas and all eight directions will submit!"

"Greetings to Emperor Xia, greetings to the Emperor's Son!"

For a moment, the momentum below the Emperor Dragon Platform was overwhelming, with countless messengers weaving through the Imperial City Palace to deliver the news to every corner of the Great Xia's territory.

Soon, everyone and every faction within the Great Xia Empire's domain would know that the era of the Great Xia had changed!

"Xia Tianming, Xia Feng... this might not be a bad thing."

The figures of the two were reflected in Xia Qingyang's pupils, as he gave the Void Cauldron one last glance before slowly nodding and then walking towards the depths of the Dragon Hall.

"For the Empire, it might truly be for the best. These two have considerable skills," Xia Haiwei said casually before turning to leave.

"Let's go. There's nothing left for us here. We should return to our seclusion. We don't have much Life Force left," the ninth Xia Emperor shook his head and followed them into the Dragon Hall.

The other Xia Emperors didn't hesitate either. Matters of the Great Xia Empire were for the reigning Xia Emperor to handle, and they only involved themselves when the Empire was at risk of life and death.

Now that everything was settled, it was time for them to go back.

Only the last Xia Emperor, Xia Donghai, turned to look at Xia Tianming before entering the Dragon Hall.

That look made Xia Tianming involuntarily frown.

It was cold, filled with resentment and massive negative emotions, making one extremely uncomfortable.

With the thunderous closing of the Dragon Hall's doors, the Ten Great Xia Emperors retreated back into the Dragon Hall, returning to their secluded cultivation, attempting to breach the elusive Divine Realm.

Xia Tianming walked to Xia Feng's side, nudging him with his elbow twice.

Xia Feng turned his head, somewhat puzzled looking at his grandfather.

"Grandfather, what's up?"

"Xiao Feng, Grandpa wants to ask you something." Xia Tianming chuckled, an unexpectedly sly expression on his face.

"Grandfather, ask away."

Xia Feng suddenly had a bad feeling, but he still replied.

Xia Tianming coughed twice, his expression quickly transitioning to very solemn as he gazed at him.

"Grandson, do you want to become Emperor Xia?"

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