"What? The Divine Martial Prince's Decree? The Divine Martial Prince's Estate?" Du Tianxiong cried out in shock. His voice exploded across the Du Family courtyard as panic flooded his eyes like a surging tide. His face turned as pale as frost, completely drained of color, with every wrinkle carved with terror. His once deep and resolute eyes were now filled with despair, like stars swallowed by darkness; his pupils contracted sharply, as if the end of the world were right before his eyes. His body trembled uncontrollably, escalating rapidly from a slight quiver to spasms like a splitting earth. It was the externalization of terror from the depths of his soul, as though a freezing wind from the netherworld had pierced his marrow, claiming his blood with a bitter chill and nearly freezing his very soul.
As the head of the Du Family, he knew all too well how formidable the Divine Martial Prince's Estate was. It was a legend in the pugilistic world, its influence vast as the Milky Way and its experts numerous as stars, every single one possessing the might to move mountains and drain seas. Its foundation was as profound as a chaotic abyss, concealing endless magical treasures and martial arts manuals, even a tiny leak of which could stir monstrous waves in the martial arts world. The four words "Divine Martial Prince's Estate" hung like a sharp sword and a curse over the fate of the Du Family, pressing down on him until his heart pounded like thunder—a signal that death was draw…
Chapter 107