The card slotted into the activation zone. A void duel arena sprang into existence from nowhere, drawing Yan Zhen and Wolf Poison inside.
“What’s this?” Wolf Poison yelped. His sharp eyes pierced the truth at once. “A spatial cage?”
He was not alone—the spectators all craned their necks upward in shock.
This translucent duel arena was unmistakably a spatial cage forged by a Supreme Powerhouse with some mastery over Spatial Power. Yan Zhen’s handiwork?
All eyes locked on the peculiar device strapped to Yan Zhen’s wrist and the card he had flashed. A chilling realization dawned on them:
Could he command Supreme-level power?
Ji Ya, Huangfu Wenqing, and Long Ying recalled Yan Zhen’s prior use of it, their lovely eyes gleaming—even as the other women shared their bewilderment.
What ploy was this? When had he acquired it? Some Mystic artifact?
Cai Lian fixed her gaze on the Duel Disk, straining to remember. “That thing looks so familiar.”
Yi Xian’er shot a sidelong glance at the Snake Woman. “You’ve seen it before?”
Cai Lian drew a blank and said nothing, but a mental ripple emanated from the little princess in her womb.
“Eh? Isn’t that the Duel Disk Father Emperor gave Ling’er? How’s it with the current Father Emperor? So strange.”
Both women went rigid.
“What Duel Disk? Yan’er, do you know what that is?”
“Eh? Mother Concubine saw it too, didn’t she? Father Emperor gifted it to Ling’er for her birthday. It’s called a ‘Duel Disk.’ It comes with a Deck—you draw cards, slot them in, and they activate. Super fun, though it takes some thinking. Suited Ling’er perfectly. I tried it once and lost interest.”
Cai Lian grew more baffled. “What are you talking about, Yan’er? When did your Father Emperor give your little sister Ling’er a birthday gift like that? I don’t remember any such thing.”
“How could you forget something so important? It was Ling’er’s tenth birthday. Wait—Mother Concubine, you didn’t forget my tenth birthday too, did you? I’m getting upset!”
Yan’er’s tone carried unmistakable pique.
Cai Lian, however, furrowed her brow. “I certainly remember your tenth birthday. Your Father Emperor gave you a box that sprouts a belt on command and sings when you insert a card.”
“Yeah, yeah! But it’s not a box—it’s a ‘Knight Belt.’ Father Emperor made it himself. Mother Concubine, you should at least commit that to memory. Show some respect for your husband’s handiwork!”
The little girl was now scolding her own mother.
Under normal circumstances, Cai Lian would have given her a talking-to, but her focus lay elsewhere. “Then explain Ling’er’s tenth birthday. Ling’er has just reached ten years virtual age; she hasn’t even had her birthday yet. What nonsense is this?”
“Aiya, Mother Concubine, hitting menopause already? Ling’er is nearly thirteen.”
“Ling’er, thirteen? Impossible—she’s clearly… Wait, Yan’er, how old are you?”
Cai Lian grasped the seriousness. Yan’er let out an exaggerated wail. “Oh my gosh, Mother Concubine forgot her precious daughter’s age? Did I suck up all your nutrients and make you go daft? This is serious—we have to tell Father Emperor right away~”
“Enough prattle. Tell me your age!”
“I’m naturally an eighteen-year-old invincible youthful beauty!”
Cai Lian gaped in shock. She distinctly remembered her daughter turning fifteen, just reaching adulthood.
Yi Xian’er, beside her, was equally stunned, thinking: Yan’er acts this airheaded at eighteen? Folks would buy her being five…
No!
Yi Xian’er snapped to it. She had attended Yan’er’s coming-of-age rite—the girl was fifteen, plain and simple. Where had three extra years come from?
The two women exchanged a glance, both struck by the same possibility. Their hearts stirred with turbulent emotions.
“This matter needs to be discussed with Master Chen Xi first,” one said.
“Mm. We might have overlooked something crucial,” the other agreed.
As they pondered, Yan Zhen on the field had already begun activating the special trump cards from his Overdrive Card Set, one after another.
[Special Trump Card: Turn-Based]. A duel where each combatant took one turn, the first attacker decided by the flip of a coin.
[Special Trump Card: Lucky Lecher]. It seized the first-strike privilege, transforming his ace into an engine of boundless greed!
[Special Trump Card: Wuhu Takeoff]. The higher he soared, the greater the damage multiplier!
[Special Trump Card: My Wings]. A playboy’s ace—the more admirers he had, the more power he could borrow.
[Special Trump Card: He Wants to Fight Ten]. It split him into nine phantom copies for one ultimate strike.
[Special Trump Card: Super Double]. All damage and effects doubled.
[Special Trump Card: VIP]. Critical hits ablaze with every slash!
Unlike his previous Overdrive Card Set, Yan Zhen had ditched the underwhelming Money Ability this time, adding several far stronger special trump cards instead.
[Special Trump Card: I Can Take On Ten]. A tenfold boost to himself.
[Special Trump Card: Kingly Domination Aura 2.0]. It slashed the enemy’s resistance.
[Special Trump Card: Beast Senpai Mode]. Extra damage against the same sex.
[Special Trump Card: Frenzied Violent Great Scholar]. Boosted penetration!
Once the activation ended, twenty Yan Zhens at the Mystic Ancestor Realm had completely surrounded Wolf Poison. Each one cracked their knuckles, radiating murderous intent.
Wolf Poison was dumbfounded. What the hell was this? How had this kid leaped from Mystic General straight to Mystic Ancestor Realm? Even the clones were all Mystic Ancestors! Was it an illusion? Had to be an illusion, right?
Wolf Poison wanted to flee, but there was no escape.
It was Yan Zhen’s turn to attack now. Wolf Poison could only hunker down in passive defense, dodging where he could—but he couldn’t leave the Void Duel Arena unless he had a card that temporarily removed him from play.
The spectators below were equally stunned. Twenty Yan Zhens radiating Mystic Ancestor Realm auras left their minds blank.
Such overwhelming power could annihilate the Cloud Heaven Palace or even the Garo Royal Family!
Yan Zhen sneered coldly.
“You wanted to kill me, didn’t you, Wolf Poison? Well, isn’t that convenient? I want to kill you too—die!”
The twenty Yan Zhens surged forward as one. Suddenly, Wolf Poison found himself swarmed by hulking men.
“Eight Extremes Explosion!”
“Tai Chi Shock!”
“Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds Technique!”
“Dragon Blood Scale Transformation Technique—your young master here will create you to death!”
“Flame Extinction Ashless Slash!”
“…”
A barrage of techniques rained down, engulfing Wolf Poison completely.
Sensing the jaws of death closing in, Wolf Poison didn’t hesitate. He crushed the life-saving talisman that the Heavenly Gu Elder had given him.
A terrifying aura descended in an instant. With a booming thud, transparent ripples spread through the entire Void Duel Arena. Then, a phantom old man who looked like some shaman priest materialized above the arena. His gaze fixed gravely on the bizarre scene before him, but he could not enter.
The Heavenly Gu Elder—a seventh-tier Pill Refiner and Mystic Venerable powerhouse—still could not defy the rules of the special trump cards.
In a “1v1” duel, Wolf Poison couldn’t summon the Heavenly Gu Elder’s avatar, just as Yan Zhen could use My Wings but not Accelerated Synchronization to call in reinforcements.
“How can this be?”
Wolf Poison panicked. As the twenty Mystic Ancestor Yan Zhens closed in, he screamed like a madman.
“Master, save me! Master, help! Save my life! Aaaah—”
Twenty Mystic Ancestor-level attacks slammed into him. Each one could obliterate a Mystic Lord. Wolf Poison threw up every defensive measure he had, blocking only two or three. The rest struck home one after another, unleashing incomparable blasts of destruction.
The very space trembled!
When the chaos finally subsided and the Void Duel Arena faded away, Yan Zhen descended gracefully to the ground. A charred corpse plummeted alongside him.
The entire arena fell into dead silence—including the Heavenly Gu Elder’s phantom avatar.
