King Of Hell's Reincarnation

Primordial Soul

{Ding! Level up: HP +5, Qi +10, Strength +5, Agility +3, Endurance +3, Bonus points +20}

{Ding! Congratulations on attaining the Soul Manifestation Realm!}

{Ding! Congratulations On Awakening the primordial soul}

{HP +300, Qi +500, Strength +200, Agility +100, Endurance +100}

{Name: Yan Ming}

{Age: 19}

{Race: Human}

{Bloodline: None}

{Level: 41 (1st layer of the Soul Manifestation Realm)}

{Exp: 4/100}

{HP: 655/655}

{Qi: 1290/1290}

{Strength: 460}

{Agility: 256}

{Endurance: 656}

{Bonus Points: 20}

{Authorities}

{1. Primordial Sovereign Of Flames: Fire resistance +100%, Fire affinity +100%}

{2. King Of Hell, Ruler of The Abyss: All citizens of the infernal realm are under your control and must bow to you.}

{3. Wielder Of Hell's Mandate: You wield one of the ten primordial weapons forged from chaos and command the authority of hell, the powers of the infernal realm are bestowed upon you}

'The primordial soul, it's just as I expected, time to wrap this up.' Yan Ming thought with a smirk.

He had known he couldn't prevent Bennett from using his realm core if he really wanted to, right from the moment the duel started he had been absorbing massive amounts of Qi, using the primordial cultivation technique he broke through just in time to avoid suffering a miserable loss in Bennett's hand once again.

'I've measured these mortal cultivator's combat abilities, their so called geniuses are nothing more than mediocre cultivators, even those with bloodline abilities only have tiny traces of it, their physiques are not worth mentioning either, any random one of the infernal realm soldiers would sweep through them all at the same level.'

'If I had my physique, bloodline abilities and flames defeating him while being in the body tempering realm would be as easy as slaughtering helpless chicken.' he thought while glancing towards Bennett who was circulating his Qi for another slash, every move he made would be imprinted in his Qi circulation, by tapping directly into it he could even predict Bennett's thought!

'Sigh-- this isn't fun, I expected more.' Yan Ming thought then stretched out his hand, creating a new broadsword made from energy, the new broadsword was denser than the previous one, cracked edges over it's blade with inscriptions written on them wriggling along it's shaft, it felt more "alive"

Bennett darted forward instantly, his body filled with lightning concentrated onto the sword in his hand, swinging down towards Yan Ming who stood on the spot with still eyes, an uninterested look on his face.

He raised a palm and caught Bennett's sword with his bare hands, holding it in place with such force Bennett couldn't move it even a single inch away.

Bennett's eyes opened wide, he couldn't believe the situation unfolding itself right in front of him, his instincts were screaming at him to back off, maybe even concede, his thought dragging him into the depths of the abyss when he suddenly felt a slight pulse sweep across the palace, his body trembling in fear, he looked down to see Yan Ming glaring at him.

Those sapphire red eyes that felt like they could burn the world with it's intensity, the deep rooted fear he felt when he first met him surfaced once again, the fear he had kept locked, that feeling of inferiority, the sort of fear an ant would feel when facing a behemoth.

His hand loosened for a split second, Yan Ming took advantage of it to yank the sword away from his hand leaving Bennett unarmed.

"You, who are you?" Bennett mumbled in shock.

The slight pulse he felt, the sudden spike in power and the presence gathering into Yan Ming's body "Soul Manifestation??"

"You merely summon your awakened innate soul to gain access to a higher Qi pool along with minor enhancements, but did you ever consider fusing with it?" he asked, his aura rising with every passing second, the flames in the courtyard all gathering into his body.

"Fusing with the innate soul? That's impossible, you're not the first to think of it." Bennett replied with a shake of his head.

"Oh, is that so? Why don't I show you what happens when you actually do the impossible?"

'Is he seriously going to do it?'

---

Heber walked into the courtroom, Herlous was on his throne seemingly staring out into space but everyone present in the courtroom had their attention fixed on the duel between Yan Ming and Bennett.

"You summoned me your imperial majesty." Heber said with a bow.

"Are you aware of the duel going on right now?" Herlous asked, a contemplative look on his face.

"Yes your imperial majesty."

"What do you think about this?"

"I have no hand in it your imperial majesty, I was right here in a meeting with you when the commotion occured, I ordered for an investigation and discovered his little brother Chris was the one who led him to the forest." Heber said without hesitation.

"So you know your son is dead." Herlous said stirring up those in the courtroom, some had shocked faces while others remained impassive to the news like they already expected it.

Heber remained silent for a few seconds then replied "Yes."

"A cripple one day, no battle experiences, no techniques, can't use Qi and is coward and timid. Suddenly he's a genius with numerous techniques, Qi control and cultivation methods, increasing realms within a few days, these signify the visit or external possession by a visitor from the higher realm."

"What do you suggest we do about him?" Heber asked.

"Do about him? What are we supposed to do with him? Even Bennett lost miserably." Herlous said, his gaze fixated on the guard's quarters, a huge crater stretched for over a hundred meters, at the end of it was Bennett who had his body filled with scorch and burn marks, he had fallen unconscious at a point while Yan Ming stood with a relaxed posture.

"Unless we call the ancestors there's nothing we can do about him."