An Understated Dominance

“These princes --- each one in a position of power --- yet they treat the people like dirt. When Father entrusted them with the Southern Border, he hoped they would temper their abilities and protect the lives of the people. But now it’s clear --- they only know how to fight for power and treat human lives as pawns in their games.” Margaret’s face was full of anger, her beautiful eyes tinged with a chilling coldness. Toward her three older brothers, Margaret felt not only rage --- but a deeper disappointment. In her eyes, none of the three were wise rulers. None of them deserved the throne. “Now’s not the time to assign blame. The priority is to save the innocent people,” Dustin said calmly. He had no good impression of Li Wenxing, Li Guanglong, or Li Juntang. Li Wenxing was a hypocrite --- two-faced and deceitful. Li Guanglong was cruel and violent --- brave but brainless. As for Li Juntang --- selfish, petty, and willing to sacrifice anyone for personal gain. “Mr. Rhy...

At this moment, in a temporary camp within Pucheng, Tens of thousands of civilians were crowded together, many of them injured or infected with the plague. When the zombie army invaded, there was no time to deal with the plague --- it was a matter of survival first. Although the zombie army in Pucheng had been wiped out, the threat caused by corpse poison could not be eliminated in a short time. Among these threats, the plague was the biggest hidden danger. Amidst the chaos, it had spread rapidly. What started as a few hundred infected had now grown to several thousand. And this was already a controlled outcome, thanks to Margaret’s preventative efforts. Without the aid of medicine, the situation would’ve been far worse. Even so, Pucheng was still in the best condition compared to the others. The other three cities were already in complete turmoil --- even without the threat of corpse poison, things would not calm down anytime soon. When Dustin returned to the temporary...

The massive stone doors of the underground palace rumbled open, revealing a tall white-robed figure standing proudly. It was Dustin , his hands clasped behind his back, golden light swirling around him, brightening the night like daylight. The black mist that seeped from the door instantly dissolved upon contact with the golden radiance. “Trying to run?” Dustin’s voice boomed through the passage like thunder. “When you slaughtered tens of thousands of innocents, did you ever think this day would come?” The Grand Elder ’s eyes flashed with malice. He suddenly hurled the piece of human skin in his hand into the air. “Blood Sacrifice --- Open!” The skin expanded midair into a massive blood-red curtain, covered with twisted, screaming human faces. At the same time, the Twelve Venerables struck together. Bone knives, bone whips, and bone spears turned into twelve streaks of blinding light, howling as they tore through the air toward Dustin’s face. “Petty tricks.” Dustin snort...

The bandaged elder used the Earth Escape Technique to tunnel rapidly through the muddy underground. Although he had hidden well just moments ago, the destruction of the altar had still affected him. His inner energy was in disarray, and his internal organs throbbed with pain. But he had no time to worry about his injuries. He rushed toward the underground palace at the fastest speed possible. He had to inform the Grand Elder immediately and relocate their operations. The entrance to the underground palace was hidden beneath the ancient roots of a thousand-year-old banyan tree. Without knowledge of the secret mechanism, one could dig a hundred feet and still never find it. The elder sped through the earth, burning through his inner power. After tunneling for over ten minutes, he finally neared the palace. He flicked three bone talismans from his fingers. The banyan’s roots parted slowly, as if alive, revealing a pitch-black tunnel. As he crawled inside, the earth behind hi...

Golden light surged from all over Dustin , like a blazing sun hanging over the swamp. Faced with the blood-red cage conjured by Bloodhand, the vortex of venomous insects from Poisonheart, and the bone needles fired by Bonemask, he didn’t retreat --- instead, he advanced, a cold sneer curving at the corner of his lips. “Such petty tricks, and you dare show them off before me?” Before his words even faded, Dustin spread his arms wide. In an instant, countless strands of golden light burst from within him, forming a vast golden net that swept out in all directions. Just as Bloodhand’s blood prison was about to close in, it was ensnared by the golden threads. What seemed like an indestructible blood lattice was torn apart as easily as cobwebs. Seeing this, Bloodhand’s expression changed dramatically. He tried to recall the blood lances, but those golden threads acted as if alive --- racing along the tendrils straight toward his arms. “Not good!” His face went pale. He qui...

After resolving the crisis of corpse poison, Dustin’s hatred toward the Whitebone Cult had reached its peak. Plagues, red mist, corpse poison --- each one a ruthless method meant to annihilate entire cities. Although he had done everything in his power to stop the Whitebone Cult’s plans, tens of thousands of innocent people still perished during the chaos. The four major cities of the Southern Frontier also suffered various degrees of destruction. Things couldn’t continue like this. It was too passive. If the Whitebone Cult came up with another vile scheme, who knew how many more innocents would fall victim? The best course of action now was to root them out completely --- destroy the Whitebone Cult and restore peace to the Southern Frontier. Upon returning to Pucheng, Dustin didn’t rest. He immediately sought out Margaret. “I’ve got one good piece of news and one bad,” Margaret said right after meeting him. “What’s the good news? And the bad?” Dustin asked. “The go...

“Boom!!” A thunderous crash shook the earth. The moment the white figure landed, golden gales erupted from around him. The zombies that had rushed close were instantly shattered, as if colliding with an invisible barrier. Their grayish bodies exploded into fragments. Thick blackish-brown corpse fluid splattered onto the stone bricks, releasing foul-smelling steam that coiled into the air. “It’s that peerless master!” Someone shouted from within the inner gate fortress, and the once-terrified citizens suddenly erupted in thunderous cheers. When the red mist crisis had hit Lincheng, they had seen it with their own eyes --- a divine figure in white had absorbed the entire mist with unfathomable powers, saving the city from destruction. Now, with zombies besieging their ancient stronghold, seeing that familiar white figure again was like witnessing the return of their savior. “He’s finally here!” Li Guanglong, gripping his bloodstained saber, let out a long sigh of reli...