The Supreme Lord Donghuang

Chapter 137: Become my dog

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Unleashing of the Connate level?”

In the face of the explosive Qi emanating throughout Su Mo’s body, advancing toward him like raging flames, a touch of laughter seemed to involuntarily appear at the corner of Zhou Donghuang’s lips.

Presently, Zhou Donghuang ‘s face was one of complete calmness and serenity—it was as if he had the whole situation that was unfolding before him under complete control.

“Young Master!”

As Su Mo drew closer to Zhou Donghuang, Fu and the other men’s faces immediately drained of color—so much for fearing the two flying golden-crowned eagles! This time, the situation was cause for real worry.

The Emperor of Yunyang looked at Zhou Donghuang, and once more his lips curled with a disparaging smile. Looking at this, he thought, no matter how strong Zhou Donghuang was, surely it was not enough to beat Su Mo.

Su Mo was not just a Connate adept, but also the only one of the entire Sixteen Countries of the East Valley to have attained this level of power.

In the face of the oncoming onslaught, when Su Mo had crossed almost half the distance to where his target was, Zhou Donghuang eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He said in a soft tone, “If you want to get near me, try getting past this first.”

As he said this, a flash of lightning appeared in Zhou Donghuang’s right hand, and with that, a brilliant ray of light suddenly burst from the palm of his hand, which surged over three meters across.

Hua!

As Zhou Donghuang lifted and dipped his right hand, the surge of brilliant golden light that had grown over three meters suddenly transfigured into a giant golden palm that reached for Su Mo’s head. It landed with great momentum and shocking force.

Boom!

Rumble! Boom! Boom!

...

A loud booming and explosive noise filled the air as the giant golden palm the size of a small mountain soared through the air. It whistled as it descended towards Su Mo to crush his head.

“The Connate stage?!”

When he saw Zhou Donghuang use this technique with such ease—the golden light skyrocketing and turning into a palm heading toward him—Su Mo was stunned, the look on his face changed dramatically, and he couldn’t help but make a loud exclamation in surprise.

Emanating Qi more than three meters long— this for sure was a sign of the Connate stage technique.

This Connate level practitioner, Su Mo thought, was definitely not at a level that his own Connate stage technique could contend with.

In the face of the current offensive strike, Su Mo had already made up his mind about this, but now that he was right in the middle of the young man’s current onslaught, he decided that he could only try to stick it through.

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

...

Blades of green rays of light shot out from Su Mo’s ten fingers toward the descending giant palm.

Every ray of light was more than a meter long. This move alone, in normal circumstances, would have been enough to shock many people.

However, right now, each ray of light that shot out from Su Mo’s ten fingers severely paled in comparison to the three-meter wide palm that appeared before him.

All that original allure he carried was now completely stolen from him.

Boom!

Boom! Crash! Crash!

...

As the crowd watched on, the giant golden palm the size of a small mountain whistled as it descended upon the ten rays of light, shattering them in an instant.

“How could it be?”

Even though he knew it would be difficult to subdue the oncoming giant palm, Su Mo never in a million years would have thought that the Profound Celestial Fingers technique—a first-grade martial arts technique borrowed from the Valley of the Medicine Masters—would be so vulnerable in the face of this giant palm.

Little did Su Mo know, that just like him, Zhou Donghuang could similarly demonstrate such a display of first-grade techniques.

Zhou Donghuang’s first-grade technique called the Eclipsing Palm, was of equal class to Su Mo’s Profound Celestial Fingers technique, however, the latter’s belonged to a lesser-grade technique in that class compared to the former’s technique, which was one definitely an apex move.

Now, Zhou Donghuang borrowed from the strength of the Buddha’s lifeblood that was buried deep within his being, and in a blink of an eye, was able to demonstrate the full force of the Connate level strength.

Boom!

The monstrous giant palm continued straight for Su Mo’s shroud after it destroyed his attack.

“Have mercy on me!”

Su Mo called out in panic. As he pleased for Zhou Donghuang’s leniency, the qi around his body recoiled, surrounding the surface of his body tightly, as if he were being shrouded by a green jade wall.

This defensive martial stance called the Jade Wall, was also a first-grade martial arts technique.

Bang!

The giant palm still continued to descend upon Su Mo, smashing his external Jade Wall defense to pieces in an instant. Su Mo fell, and his whole being was soon firmly crushed into the solid ground itself.

“Oof—”

As Su Mo lay buried in the ground, all the appearance of elegance he had before was now reduced to a battered and exhausted mess. He opened his mouth to cough up some blood and seemed to become entirely dispirited. The qi he was emanating seemed much weaker, and he was like a shadow of the person he was before.

All this happened because of the release of the golden palm at the very last moment. If not, Su Mo would undoubtedly have died in that single attack!

“Thank... thank you for having mercy on me.”

Su Mo took a deep breath, barely able to lift his head to look at the young man who was not too far away, his eye filled with fear as he said this.

In his heart, he knew, that if the young man had not exhibited restraint, he would definitely have been a dead man with no chance of survival.

“You have two options.”

Zhou Donghuang gave Su Mo a dispassionate look. “You can choose to die, or you can choose to... become my dog.”

As he said this, there was a flash of murderous intent in Zhou Donghuang’s eyes, as if he was ready to devour his prey.

Swish!

At Zhou Donghuang’s words, the look on Su Mo’s face changed completely.

He was after all, a legitimate Connate level practitioner, Head of the Valley of Medicine Masters and number one in all of the Sixteen Countries of the East Valley... and this teenager, wanted to for him to become Zhou Donghuang’s dog?

“Sir, even if I were not your match, it doesn’t mean that you can just put me through such embarrassment!” Su Mo’s face darkened as he said, “One can kill, but not humiliate!”

“Oh, is that so?”

Zhou Donghuang, took two steps forward, looking over the severely injured Su Mo who was rendered immobile. He grinned. “Since you still have so much backbone, let me give you something you can really enjoy!”

At this, Zhou Donghuang raised his hand once more, and the same three-meter-long golden rays shot out once more to form the giant palm.

“Humph!”

Zhou Donghuang’s face grew cold, and with a grunt, he started to wave his hand.

All those who were present, including the Emperor of Yunyang, Jiang Tianchen, had no doubt that it would only take this one strike to kill Su Mo.

“Have mercy, Master!”

On the brink of death, his heart filled with terror, Su Mo hurriedly pleaded for leniency as he called Zhou Donghuang “Master.”

Before that, he had sincerely believed that preserving his dignity was very important. He had always thought to place it above his own life.

However, as he saw death approaching and that suffocating sense of oppression, he suddenly recalled the hardship of cultivation and practice over the past few decades. He realized that life itself was more important.

When you are dead, you have nothing, and everything would have been for nothing.

Plus, looking at this young man, barely 18 years old and already applying the full strength of the Connate level practitioner, he was sure that he would become an icon in the years to come— one that would shake the very history of the Ziyun era.

For this man to be his master, that can’t be considered a shameful thing.

As Su Mo said the word “master” to Zhou Donghuang, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Su Mo, a Connate level practitioner, the Head of the Valley of Medicine Master, and an elder of more than 70 years... Now, a servant of this young man?

“Young Master.”

This time, Fu, Leng Hanfeng, Lu Qinghu and the others were the first to regain their composure and saw that the young man’s eyes burned with a certain fanatical passion.

Back then, even know their young master was not ordinary, they didn’t think that their 18-year-old lord would be able to pressure the Head of the Valley of Medicine Masters into calling him his master.

Hovering above this scene was Little Gold, overcome with shock. As he flew toward Big Gold, he asked with some difficulty, “Brother, the technique that young master just used was with the strength of Buddha’s lifeblood, right? He... He was able to harness all that power from Buddha’s lifeblood to use that against his enemy? And was able to demonstrate the power akin to that of Connate level practitioners!”

“That must be it. This power is different from the type of power that helps us with our practice. I never would have thought that young master would be able to display such power with the help of Buddha’s lifeblood.”

Big Gold’s own eyes were similarly filled with both shock and wonder. Never in a million years did he think that his young master could pull off this stunt.

Splat!

As Zhou Donghuang focused his gaze on the Yunyang Emperor Jiang Tianchen, the Emperor’s face, which was in a rage before, suddenly changed, and his eyes filled with mortal fear. He instantly fell to the floor on his knees and started begging. “Master... Master Dong, please let me live!”

Jiang Tianchen’s voice was clearly quavering with fear.

Jiang Tianchen did seem to put on quite a display of bravado earlier on.

However, this was only because he thought that the Head of the Valley of Medicine Masters could suppress the young man before him. No one would have thought that Su Mo would be so sorely defeated by this youth, to the point that he would be clinging for his own life and willingly prostrate himself to become the young man’s dog.

In his eyes, Su Mo was unbeatable, and no one could surpass him.

Still, the juvenile proved himself well above Su Mo. Now, even Su Mo was willing to become a dog in front of him...

Xiu!

In response, the sword sphere in Zhou Donghuang’s hand transformed once more into a small iron sword. It took all of one stab to end Jiang Tiangchen’s life.

Just like this, Jiang Tianchen’s—the Emperor of Yunyang, and the Head of the Jiang’s, the Yunyang imperial family—reign of the Western Chu Ridge was over.

With a look of desperation as Jiang Tianchen lay dying at the hands of Zhou Donghuang, there was only one thought in his heart:

If he could turn back time, even if he had the courage of one thousand, or even ten thousand men, he would not have dared to provoke this boy.

“This time, I will head for the Valley of the Medicine Masters.”

Zhou Donghuang’s gaze calmly swept across towards the defeated Su Mo, who was still splayed on the floor. He held out a small medicine bottle at Su Mo. “This is the wound-healing elixir I concocted,” he said plainly.

Taking his eyes off Su Mo, Zhou Donghuang regarded the two golden-crowned eagles, Fu and the other men as he made strides towards his own bedroom. “Let’s get back to practicing.”

“We’ll wait till I attain the Connate stage, before I take you all to the Valley.”

When Zhou Donghuang finished, he headed back into his room.

“Attain the Connate stage?”

Upon hearing what the young man said, Su Mo was completely dumbfounded. “He... He’s not yet a Connate level practitioner?!””