King Of Hell's Reincarnation

Sovereign Of The Void (Ai Ming) 2

The first ten primordials, the ten elements, natural laws from which the universe was created from. Yan Ming signified fire, everything related to fire, flames or inferno were under his command and must submit to him hence the title {Sovereign of flames}

Just like Yan Ming the other nine primordials all had their laws, Tian Yi signified light, and Ai Ming just like the others had the title Sovereign of the Void, the natural law he governed over was space, his descendants all had a portion of the power passed down through his bloodline, recognizable when awakened.

The Sitrus nation was created by one of the descendants of Ai Ming, his bloodline passed down across the generations, even though it thinned out after so long and only a few could awaken a portion of it, it was more than enough for Gerald to become a top genius of the Frostmoon family, if he was of the direct bloodline he would've been qualified to become the next family head.

"You're a descendant of Ai Ming." Yan Ming muttered, his breath heavy, heart pounding rapidly, that was the first time in thousands of years he had that feeling, not even when he died in the infernal realm but the moment he saw a remnant of Ai Ming's bloodline his expression crumbled.

'Sitrus, I should pay them a visit later on.'

Gerald stepped back in shock, his hands clenched tightly, 'How did he do that? What just happened?'

Watching Yan Ming who stood calmly just a short distance away, wrapped in blazing red flames, Gerald's face turned sour.

'I can't delay this again, he's just in the first layer of the spiritual awakening realm but the pressure he's giving off feels like I'm facing off against the family head.' he thought, placing his palms together, his fingers interlocked with the other.

"Awaken, Di Bao!" A light shade of power burst out behind him, his presence increased several times once again, his Qi pool enlarged several times over in mere seconds.

"A high grade soul manifestation!" One of the spectators screamed out in shock, feeling a sense of inferiority towards this genius standing on the stage.

Soul Manifestation Realm cultivators would awaken their innate souls after attaining the soul manifestation realm, just like spiritual awakening realm cultivators would gain the ability to manipulate Qi after attaining it, each realm signified a significant leap in power that was totally different from the lower levels.

A cultivator's power spike in the Soul manifestation realm depends on the quality and unique traits possessed by the innate soul, graded into low tier soul awakening, mid tier and high tier.

Gerald once again amazed the crowd by awakening a high grade innate soul, the arena burst into chatters in a split second.

Gerald raised both of his arms, a silvery glow floating across his palms directed towards Yan Ming in a twisting motion "Void warp!"

The space around Yan Ming ruptured, twisting and squeezing like a cloth being drained of its content, closing down on Yan Ming who was at the very center of it all.

{Void Warp} was considered as one of the most basic skills of the void race, any decent user of the space element could use it but it was considered as a high tier skill in the mortal realm because most couldn't figure out a way to deal with it.

He raised his head slightly, watching Gerald who had pooled all his strength and Qi into casting a Void Wrap to trap and squeeze him to death, an amused look on his face "There are so many ways to use the space element but you choose to use this."

A surge of flames gathered towards the tip of his finger, generating a little spinning vortex round his finger, he raised it then tapped on ten spots in the space near him in a swift, rapid and precise motion.

Gerald's eyes froze in shock, he felt his control over the space near Yan Ming slip away from his hands, he repeated the same skill, this time exhausting even more of his Qi to pull onto it tightly, his face filled with indignation.

'That must've been a mistake, this skill has never failed me before.' Gerald thought, his hands clenched tightly, his veins extending outwards due to the force, pearls of sweat dripping down his forehead.

Yan Ming shook his head in disappointment, the "ultimate" technique he was expecting turned out to be nothing but a basic technique, repeating the same motion, tapping on ten spots rapidly the space around him immediately reformed back to their previous shape.

Gerald stepped back, his face filled with shock "What did you do? How?" His Qi was in disarray from being interrupted twice, he could barely maintain a normal posture without falling to the ground. His steps unsteady, face blank, doubting his very own existence after losing so miserably to someone a whole cultivation realm lower than him.

'He's way weaker than I expected him to be, the mortal realm is filled with gems rusting away, the blood of Ai Ming has fallen so low.'

"There's no point delaying this any longer I guess, that was your strongest attack so I'll take it you're out of cards." Yan Ming muttered, the light flaming storm swirling round him slowly grew larger, sucking the Qi nearby onto a single spot creating a huge vortex, a spear was embedded in the vortex, its tip pointed towards Gerald.

"Isn't he barely in the spiritual awakening realm? That technique is beyond what any spiritual awakening realm could cast!" One of the spectators screamed out in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

"How, how is this possible?" Gerald's eyes opened wide, he could feel his impending death blaring down on him.

"Go." Yan Ming muttered silently, the spear shot out leaving behind a blazing trail, the space nearby twisting apart from the scorching heat.

"BOOOOOOM!!!!”