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Time flew by in the blink of an eye and another month had passed.
By now, the territory of Qin's Nation had expanded to cover nearly half of the Grand Line. This colossal domain sent shockwaves throughout the world. The Marines' expressions had turned ashen; the flames of war were on the verge of erupting.
Neither the World Government nor the Marines could tolerate this. Every day, red warnings from the World Government spread fear across the globe.
"Your Majesty, the World Government and the Marines are warning us again," Qin Lin, one of the Three Generals, reported through the den-den mushi. "They demand we cease this madness. Otherwise, they will immediately launch an all-out war!"
Qin Yi, unbothered, merely rubbed his ears and blew out a breath. "Let them warn. Ignore it. Quickly secure the last piece of territory for me. I want the Realm Gate Projection established!"
His calm response sent Qin Lin into a frenzy.
"Is it ready, Your Majesty?"
"Just one last piece remains. Hurry," Qin Yi replied.
Excitement surged through Qin Lin and the rest. The entire army seemed injected with boundless energy as they charged forward once more.
Every soldier of Qin's Nation knew this: once the Realm Gate Projection was established, they would become invincible in this foreign world.
Marines? World Government? Yonkō? All of them would crumble beneath the unyielding iron cavalry of the Qin Empire.
As for Qin's military might, its sheer scale was staggering. Even the Three Generals could only estimate its size. Once mobilized, the speed at which they could absorb a world was unimaginable.
Across the empire, everyone was caught in the thrill of the approaching army, lost in anticipation, lost in fantasy.
At the same time, in King's World…
This universe was vast beyond reckoning. Its boundaries unknown, its scale incomprehensible. Since ancient times, no expert had ever charted its edges. Even a Sunlight-level King appeared infinitesimal amidst the boundless stars.
Immortals, Spiritual Gods, Saints, Fighting Gods (Dou Di), Angels, Elves, Demons, all manner of extraordinary races existed here, making one painfully aware of one's own insignificance in the face of the universe.
The Kings were among the most powerful races, yet also the most dispersed. They were born randomly across the cosmos, gifted with extraordinary talent, yet simultaneously vulnerable, prone to death at any moment.
Even Kings had to compete ruthlessly with one another. Throughout history, the King's Way had been one of domination. When two Kings met, conflict was inevitable, unless bound by friendship or kinship.
If war broke out between two nations, the resulting carnage would be unimaginable, a dazzling spectacle of destruction across the universe.
Other races also feared, and even hated, the Kings.
This was why the Kings held the pinnacle of power in this universe. Their survival demanded more than any other race.
Now, a figure clad in a brown Taoist robe, stepping upon a glowing Bagua, twisted and flickered across the stars, moving at impossible speed.
To traverse the cosmos with one's body alone, even a King would need to reach at least Starlight Level Six. Only a body of exceptional strength and immense cosmic energy could withstand the universe's unknown perils.
Deadly solar rays and toxins echoing through space would be fatal to almost anyone, King or not.
The brown-robed figure's face was twisted with rage, chanting under his breath. Eyes ablaze with unrelenting hatred, he shouted:
"Bastards! All of you bastards!"
"Bastard Kings! I will not forgive you!"
The aura around him surged violently. The Bagua diagram beneath his feet emitted blinding light. Each movement he made spanned thousands of miles across the cosmic void.
The sheer force emanating from him, compared even to the mightiest experts of the Hokage or the Pirate World, was enough that not a single top-tier Expert could withstand its collision.
A radiant light shimmered around him, subtle yet dazzling, like moonlight scattering across rippling autumn waters, a lake of silver under the pale glow of the moon.
Bathed in moonlight, the brown-robed figure possessed strength that was nothing short of terrifying. He wielded the power to effortlessly annihilate a planet, or even an entire world.
His sleeves whipped through the void, his face contorted with madness and fury, his speed across the vast expanse of stars staggering.
Three days had passed as he raced through the cosmos, yet the hatred in his eyes had not diminished even a fraction. On the contrary, it had grown wilder, more unhinged.
As he moved, his gaze brimmed with Yin-Yang energy, scanning and sweeping across the stars.
"Spaceships of some sci-fi civilization…"
"Not of the King clan."
"God Earth of the Spiritual God civilization, irrelevant to me!"
"Demons of the Hell Realm are screaming… do not stare at me, or I will destroy your entire realm!"
With one glance, he pierced space and time. He saw countless stars, continents scattered across the cosmos, God Earth, even the depths of Hell itself.
But none of these concerned him. His hatred burned solely for the King clan, all else was meaningless.
The worlds that heard his roar trembled in fear. Across the skies, a massive, deranged human face appeared, exuding murderous intent so overwhelming that even demons quaked.
"This is an Expert whose might can sweep across an entire realm, shattering it utterly, let all of you fall silent before me!"
Immediately, voices rang out in fear, warning all to stay away.
The brown-robed Taoist's eyes were wild, his form streaking across space with incomprehensible speed, soon vanishing into the distance.
Two days later, his pupils suddenly narrowed, one Yin, one Yang, one white, one black. His eyes fell upon a fully intangible planet, atop which a towering Realm Gate rose. A King's World.
"King!!"
He bellowed, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.
With a single stride spanning thousands of miles, he descended above the King's World like a harbinger of doom.
"Banishing souls and spirits, dispelling demons and evil…"
"Exorcism!"
"I will drag you into eternal soul decay, riddled with endless disease, without burial, without peace!"
With a ferocious roar, the brown-robed Taoist hurled a bell glowing black and blue toward the world below.
Ding-dang-dong!
The bell rapidly expanded in the wind, and in three breaths, it swelled to the size of a moon. Its deafening chime spread across the realm in an instant.
"AAAAH!"
In an instant, this King's World became a hellscape. Countless humans cried out in agony, blood streaming from their seven orifices.
Within the Royal Hall, a woman seated on the Royal Seat sensed the cataclysm. The moment she opened her eyes, the bell's immense sound shattered her very being.
"Civilizations not yet reaching Starlight-level? I will erase them with a single hand!"
He bellowed, a cold, triumphant laugh escaping his lips. In the next moment, he transformed into streaks of light and vanished.
Six hours later, excitement gleamed in his Yin-Yang eyes.
"I've seen it again! Hahahahaha!"
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
"Starlight-level civilizations on the cusp of advancement? The Kings are gone!"
"Excellent. When you return, I'll make you understand…"
"What despair truly means!!"
(End of Chapter)