Chapter 10: Shattering the Tyrant Body Form, Even the Saint Ancestor Bowed His Head!

"Kingsley Yale, I'm a big deal too." Jones Yale bared his teeth in a grin. In the next breath, a layer of golden scales spread across his skull. From his forehead, two golden dragon horns coiled outward. Purple blood-qi roared to a boil. His hands twisted as well, turning into white tiger claws, their edges sharp enough to cut the air itself. The sight drew an instant wave of shocked cries from all around. Even Jerry Yale's weathered face showed a trace of smug satisfaction. Without leaving a hint, he flicked a glance toward the distant heavens. Heavenly Tyrant Body. Nine Divine Forms. Jones Yale might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but his Tyrant Body talent was one in ten thousand across the ages. He had only reached the Divine Wheel realm, yet he had already evolved two divine forms, a dragon head and tiger claws. His future was limitless. "I'll end you with one punch." As Jones Yale's words fell, purple bloodlight erupted from his massive fist imprint, carrying a domineering pressure that made hearts clench. "Heavenly Tyrant Body, Tyrant Fist." In the next instant, he brought his fist down like a hundred thousand mountains crashing from the sky. Before the punch even landed, the entire white jade plaza was ground open with countless cracks, a horrifying web that spread in every direction. "Tyrant Fist?" Kingsley Yale lifted his chin, watching Jones Yale plunge down from above. Not a ripple stirred in his eyes. Jones Yale was reckless, but he was not stupid. The moment he struck, he used Tyrant Fist, laying every card on the table. Of course, with Kingsley Yale's strength, he could have used Supreme Clear Dragon Step and slipped the attack with ease. But he had not fought this battle to win. He had fought to terrify the Yale family's nine branches. "Hum." With that thought, light flared along Kingsley Yale's arm as well. Inside him, a thousand divine demon particles trembled in unison, shaking the void until it blurred and warped. Under the stunned gazes of the Yale family elders and the younger clansmen, he thrust out a punch of his own, meeting Jones Yale head-on. "Rumble!" Heaven and earth shuddered. Everyone saw it then. Behind Kingsley Yale, the void split open with an eerie tear. Within it stood a Divine Demon Manifestation, towering ten thousand zhang. From that rift extended a palm wrapped in endless, swirling runes. "Clang!!" The instant their fists collided, that stretch of heaven and earth seemed to collapse. The arrogance on Jones Yale's face froze into a dull, vacant stare. His lips quivered, as if he wanted to speak, yet no words came. "Who won?" Every gaze in the Yale family locked onto the two figures tangled in the air. Then a crisp sound rang out, bone snapping clean. Faces blanched. Jones Yale's body crashed down from the sky and slammed into the ground in front of the assembled elders. The arm he had thrown out was already twisted and shattered, blood and splintered bone exposed. For a long moment, the Yale family territory sank into deathly silence. He lost. The mighty Heavenly Tyrant Body, the strongest flesh in the Yale family, had his arm smashed apart by Kingsley Yale's single punch? "How… is that possible…" Jones Yale looked dazed as he slowly pushed himself up. He stared at the arm hanging uselessly at his side and swallowed hard. "Start by barking for me. Let me hear it." In the distance, Kingsley Yale stood in spotless white, hands clasped behind his back. His gaze was cold, indifferent, as if the world itself sat beneath his feet. "Huh?" Jones Yale's teeth ground together. He threw his head back and roared, "I haven't lost!" "Enough!!" Just as he stepped forward, ready to charge, a heavy shout rolled down from the sky. An aged yet powerfully built figure strode in and appeared before the crowd. "Greetings, Ancestor Malachi Yale!!" Eyes trembling, everyone bowed deeply toward Malachi Yale. The Yale family's first-generation Tyrant Body stared at Jones Yale with icy contempt. "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?" With that, he walked straight up to Kingsley Yale and bowed with full, solemn respect. "Yale family's Ninth Ancestor, Malachi Yale, pays respects to the Divine Son." "This…" The entire Yale family erupted into turmoil. From the elders to the current generation's youth, every face filled with shock and disbelief. A saint bowed his head. No matter how monstrous Kingsley Yale's talent was, no matter that he had taken the seat of Divine Son, how could he possibly deserve a saint's bow? "From this day forth, Kingsley Yale is the Yale family's Divine Son, master of the nine branches. The Yale family will pour in every resource to help the Divine Son ascend to the peak of the Great Dao. Anyone who obeys in public and defies in secret will have ten generations exterminated, be erased from the genealogy, and be cut from reincarnation." As Malachi Yale's voice fell, the Yale Family Territory grew so quiet a pin drop could be heard. All eyes fixed on the young Divine Son in white, refined and gentle in bearing. Their hearts shook, and genuine awe rose unbidden. Even Daniella Greaves looked at Kingsley Yale with a faint, complicated glint in her eyes. Eighteen that year, spirited and blazing. "And this isn't only my will," Malachi Yale added. "It's the will of the other ancestors as well." "What?!" At that, the elders' expressions turned even more solemn. One after another, they bowed toward Kingsley Yale. "Paying respects to the Divine Son!!" The Yale family's ancestors had awakened. From this moment on, there were no longer nine branches, only one clan. "Divine Son, tomorrow I will open the Yale family's ancestral ground. You will lead the Yale family's sequence, charge the Sacred Path, endure the lightning punishment, and undergo Ancestral Energy Infusion!" Malachi Yale's voice boomed like a great bell, shaking the heavens. He flicked his hand. From the direction of the Ancestral Shrine, an ancient stone seal rose into the air and burst with soul-light that soared ten thousand zhang. "The Soul Suppressing Stone!!" A wave of astonished shouts swept the world. Every clansman's eyes trembled, their bloodlines boiling. This soul stone was a Yale family heirloom, left behind by an ancient imperial ancestor. It was praised as one of the Three Thousand Wayrealms' ten greatest divine treasures. Legend said it was a Nine Heavens immortal stone that had been cleaved loose when Pangu split heaven and earth. It could suppress all evil souls and demonic specters. Ten thousand ghosts could not draw near. It was also the symbol of the Yale family's Divine Son. For ten thousand years it had been enshrined within the Ancestral Shrine, receiving incense from the nine branches. Today, Kingsley Yale had crushed the current generation and become the Yale family's eleventh Divine Son. By rights, the Soul Suppressing Stone should have protected his body, his path invincible. "Hum." With another wave of Malachi Yale's hand, the soul stone dropped from the sky like a seven-colored meteor and fell into Kingsley Yale's palm. "Paying respects to the Divine Son." Across the Yale Family Territory, countless clansmen knelt and bowed, all facing a single man. "Thank you, Ancestor." Kingsley Yale lowered his eyes, idly turning the soul stone in his hand. A trace of sly amusement flickered deep within his gaze. Then he lifted his head toward Daniella Greaves and walked straight to her. "Daniella has lost her cultivation. Take this Soul Suppressing Stone for the time being. Use it to protect yourself." With that, he placed the Yale family's inherited treasure directly into Daniella Greaves's hands. "What?!" Not only did Daniella Greaves freeze on the spot, even Malachi Yale and the elders of the nine branches widened their eyes and swallowed hard. Thea Yale and the other proud daughters of the Yale family parted their lips, their eyes slowly wetting at the rims. That was the Soul Suppressing Stone, a top-tier Fortune divine object of the Three Thousand Wayrealms. Yet the Divine Son, Kingsley Yale, had given it to Empress Daniella in front of everyone, just to keep her safe? "Y-you… Kingsley…" Daniella Greaves's gaze trembled. For a moment, she felt as if she were drifting in a dream. Even in her previous life, this soul stone had been Kingsley Yale's strongest trump card, helping him suppress countless young supremes. Was he deliberately testing her? "Then I won't refuse." Daniella Greaves pressed her red lips together and accepted the Soul Suppressing Stone. Her eyes remained cool as she studied every change in Kingsley Yale's expression. But from beginning to end, the Yale family's Divine Son showed neither surprise nor resentment. It left Daniella Greaves utterly at a loss. "Forget it. This gift is too valuable. Divine Son Kingsley Yale should take it back." "In my eyes, no Fortune in this world is worth more than Daniella's life." Kingsley Yale shook his head, sincerity written plainly across his face. After all, only if Daniella Greaves stayed alive could he keep harvesting from her without end. "Urk." In that instant, the Yale Family Territory filled with choking noises and startled coughs, and somewhere, dogs began barking. Hiss… It felt like everyone had suddenly been force-fed. "Alright, disperse." Malachi Yale exchanged a look with Drew Yale, then hurriedly waved to clear the plaza. The mood had already been set. What came next, and how it should be done, did not need saying. Young people ran hot-blooded. If they were going to do it, it would not be just for a few hours.