'Ring domination! Ring domination! Ring domination!'

Ou Yangming looked high-spirited, and he only had one thought in his mind.

'I want to dominate a ring!'

After seeing Zuoqiu Hongyuan and Wu Hanning going up to a ring each, unlimited lofty sentiments rose from the bottom of his heart.

He did not want to be a spectator at this moment as he wanted to dominate today.

Ou Yangming's killing intent kept growing as he came closer to the square. It was similar to the pressure released by Wu Hanning earlier, where it occupied the space around her bit by bit and shocked everyone present.

There was a much lesser crowd at the square as compared to before. After all, it was only the first day of the Myriad Treasure Meet. Although the appearance of ring defenders attracted a lot of attention, there were a minority of people who were merely there to watch the events during the meet.

Perhaps the other people would have extra time for this after they fulfilled their wishes.

Nonetheless, the square was still the most attractive spot. It was not packed with people, but at least 1,000 people gathered around.

The instant Ou Yangming appeared on the square, the people in front of him felt numb, and they somehow felt as if they were being eyed by an ancient carnivore. Without any hesitation, the people made way and turned to look in shock.

They instantly saw a teen walking slowly in their direction. He was not fast and had a bright smile, but those who were within 10 steps from him somehow saw a giant ferocious beast's image drifting on him.

The teen's seemingly harmless eyes were fearsome, so much so that the people around him did not have the guts to look him in the eye.

Spiritual pressure—this was the outcome when Ou Yangming peeled off the mental power from his Spiritual Fist to be released on its own. It was also a special ability that he grasped by using Wu Hanning's mental power attack as a reference.

Through the ability's disguise, everyone who was affected by the spiritual pressure would not pay attention to his martial arts cultivation, but would fully focus on resisting the pressure.

Unless a Supreme Great Ancestor was present, Ou Yangming's pressure was sufficient to make anyone avoid him.

With that, the crowd evaded him and staggered backward subconsciously. An oval was unknowingly formed as a result.

The disturbance caught more attention in an instant. Since the people who were a distance away could not feel Ou Yangming's spiritual pressure, they were surprised.

'A Yin Grade teen is walking leisurely among the crowd, but those who were within 10 steps from him backed away as though they encountered a dreadful monster. What the hell is going on?'

Ou Yangming controlled his mental power very well such that he did not release it without restraints, but this was exactly the reason for the misunderstanding.

Zuoqiu Hongyuan was exchanging blows with a person on his ring, but the fight seemed irresolvable. It was then when he suddenly turned to look at Ou Yangming in the middle of the intense fight. He only took a glance, but he captured plenty of information.

Ou Yangming paused, and the smile on his face became brighter.

'Zuoqiu Hongyuan is clearly fighting with ease!'

He looked up and turned to glance at Zuoqiu Hongyuan too, where his look contained a similarly strong power.

Zuoqiu Hongyuan, who was still fighting, shuddered but recovered his state after a split second.

At the other ring, Wu Hanning was sitting on a big carved chair. After winning two fights, nobody else challenged her. Sure enough, her status as part of the imperial family was useful at certain times.

She looked plainly at Ou Yangming then curled her lips into a smile as though she was saying "you should've done this sooner".

After having a trial of strength in terms of mental power with Ou Yangming in the smithing room, Wu Hanning knew that blacksmith was not a simple figure. So what if he had a Yin Grade cultivation base? With such great mental power, one's martial arts cultivation base was merely an assistant for one's skills.

When she previously displayed her spiritual pressure and went up to a ring in an imposing manner, she thought Ou Yangming would do the same.

Who knew, the young fellow turned and left, making her rather disappointed.

Nevertheless, he returned in the end.

Wu Hanning was somewhat glad at that moment. Her appraisal of Ou Yangming would plummet if he avoided fighting, and she somehow did not want that to happen.

Seeing as Ou Yangming walked toward the rings, and the crowd stayed away from him, Wu Hanning was pleased and had a gentle look in her eyes.

Once Ou Yangming made his way to the center of the square, he looked at the two dominated rings in the middle.

At the same time, the spectators, who experienced his formidable spiritual pressure, were excited because they had a strong feeling that something interesting was about to happen.

Just as they were thrilled, Ou Yangming smirked and headed to another ring. He ascended it while the spectators watched him dumbfoundedly.

His intense aura disappeared as he laughed and sat down.

An imperial guard ran over to him after a brief moment and shouted at him madly, "Who are you? What are you doing?"

The guard sounded strict, but he was careful with his moves; he did not underestimate Ou Yangming at all for his Yin Grade aura.

After all, the unusual scene where people within 10 steps from the young fellow avoided him left quite a deep impression. The imperial guard was not a rash person, hence while he was forced to question Ou Yangming out of his duty, he did not actually want to offend the odd fellow.

Ou Yangming grinned. Having curbed his aura, he was the same as an ordinary Yin Grade martial artist.

"I want to dominate a ring."

"W-what?" The imperial guard was stunned, and he widened his eyes.

"I said—I want to dominate a ring!"

"D-dominate your *ss!" The imperial guard was stupefied but furious as well.

It was fine that Zuoqiu Hongyuan dominated a ring; he was a God-favored son from Huangsha County.

As for Wu Hanning… She was the Wu imperial family's disciple, so the imperial guards dared not obstruct her even if they had the nerve to.

'But how dare a little Yin Grade martial artist like you join the fun? If everyone learns from you, won't the Martial Arts Battle become a laughing stock?' The imperial guard wondered.

Bursts of laughter echoed in the square.

It was worth noting that Zuoqiu Hongyuan and Wu Hanning were renowned figures. The crowd was displeased and hostile to them when they dominated a ring each, but everyone still respected them and acknowledged their abilities.

On the opposite, when a Yin Grade martial artist came out of nowhere and foolishly imitated the first two ring defenders by wanting to dominate a ring, the crowd found it funny.

Despite that, half of the people on the square looked gloomy, and they did not join the others to mock the young fellow. They were cultivators who experienced Ou Yangming's spiritual pressure, and they were looking strangely at him instead.

'Is it true that threatening fella, who's similar to a giant ancient beast, a Yin Grade cultivator?'

Incredibly strange thoughts crossed their minds when they looked at Ou Yangming. 'He's not pretending to be weak, is he…'

Ou Yangming looked at the imperial guard and asked, "Since they can dominate a ring each, why can't I do the same?"

The imperial guard became angry with shame. "They have Yin Grade cultivation bases, but what about you?"

"Is there a rule saying that Yin Grade martial artists can't dominate rings?" Ou Yangming blurted as he scratched his head.

The imperial guard was speechless. He hesitated for a while before he bit the bullet and noted, "Young fella, the ring is a place of life or death, so don't regret it!"

Ou Yangming nodded with a smile. "Okay, I won't regret it."

The imperial guard nodded and turned around to announce, "Everyone, this young friend here spoke wildly and said he wants to dominate a ring like Zuoqiu Hongyuan and Her Royal Highness did! Given that he's dominating a ring as a Yin Grade martial artist, if I wasn't a guard, I'll definitely be the first to defeat him!" His voice echoed far and wide.

Following that, he turned to smile hideously at Ou Yangming and left.

As expected, numerous people were resentful after they heard the imperial guard. The Yang Grade powerhouses were unwilling to bully the inferior, but it was different for the Yin Grade martial artists.

Three figures jumped onto the ring almost at the same time. They were martial artists in Yin Grade Class Four or Class Five, and while they were either swift or agile, each of them had outstanding combat powers.

That said, the three men were startled right away.

In the Martial Arts Battle, it was fine for several people to take turns fighting the same person to tire him or her out, but challengers were not allowed to gang up against an opponent.

Even if Ou Yangming infuriated the crowd with his actions, the challengers were not daring enough to do that.

Ou Yangming laughed and stood up, then he cleaned the dust off his pants and asked, "All of you want to challenge me?"

The three men looked at each other angrily. They had different thoughts at the moment, but their attitudes were the same.

"Okay, if that's the case, you may start first." Ou Yangming sighed, then he swayed and arrived in front of a middle-aged man, where he leisurely launched a hit with his fist.

His punch seemed weak, making him look like he was making a fool out of himself.

The middle-aged man sneered and stepped forward. He lowered himself into a stance and roared before he punched as well.

However, just as the man swung his fist, his face changed, and he was in fear.

A frightening aura, which could not be described, shrouded over him and suppressed him, causing his momentum, confidence, and willpower to be destroyed.

The pressure felt like it came from a Supreme Great Ancestor, so how could an ordinary Yin Grade martial artist withstand it?

Consequently, the middle-aged man felt like his body and consciousness were restrained by an invisible power, preventing him from moving even an inch.

On the other hand, Ou Yangming's soft and seemingly powerless punch hit the man's body.

The man flew up and did a somersault in mid-air, then he landed hard on the ring.

Everyone in the square was taken aback at once. Apart from Zuoqiu Hongyuan and his opponent, nobody made a sound.