The geniuses from the Four Great Kingdoms immediately looked toward the black-robed young man with shock and anger.

His words had all but insulted every genius from the Four Great Kingdoms.

"Yu Kun, the genius ranked twentieth in the Sky Dome Dynasty."

Zhao Letian also looked over and recognized the person immediately.

Before they came, they knew that the Sky Dome Dynasty would send twenty people to the Imperial Secret Realm.

Yu Kun was ranked last among those twenty.

However, even so, this Yu Kun was not to be underestimated.

Firstly, both his grandfather and father were powerful King-level Experts.

Secondly, he himself possessed a powerful cultivation at the very peak of the True Martial Ninth Realm, and furthermore, he had mastered more than one Nine Layers of Power.

"I didn't hear you clearly, who did you say was a misshapen and cracked jujube?"

Ye Zhenxiao, clad in a golden robe, who had been taciturn all along, finally couldn't help but speak up.

Upon hearing this, all the geniuses from the Four Great Kingdoms revealed cold, mocking sneers.

Whether it was his background or his own strength, Yu Kun had no grounds to be compared with Ye Zhenxiao.

If they angered Ye Zhenxiao, there was no doubt in their minds that Ye Zhenxiao would slay him on the spot.

"Ye Zhenxiao? I have indeed heard of the prestigious name of the Crown Prince of Dajin. Naturally, you cannot be lumped together with them, my words were mainly directed at those two wastes at the True Martial Eighth Realm."

Hearing the icy tone of Ye Zhenxiao, Yu Kun was startled and quickly explained. As he did, he looked at Zhao Letian and Ye Rui with a cold smirk—the only two individuals among the Four Great Kingdoms' people at the True Martial Eighth Realm.

Ye Zhenxiao accepted Yu Kun's explanation and paid no further attention to him.

In the eyes of Ye Zhenxiao, a person like Yu Kun was merely an ant-like existence. He deemed it beneath him to act against Yu Kun unless necessary.

Seeing this, the onlookers from the Four Great Kingdoms couldn't help but look at Yu Kun with disdain.

He was unbearably arrogant and impolite, but immediately cowarded when faced with the stronger Ye Zhenxiao. It seemed he was nothing more than a cowardly and petty person.

"Who did you call a waste?"

Ye Rui, the Little Overlord, stood up, glaring fixedly at Yu Kun as he spoke coldly.

His current cultivation was at the great completion of the True Martial Eighth Realm, even lower than Zhao Letian's. In Yu Kun's eyes, he was probably regarded as the weakest among the people from the Four Great Kingdoms.

How could Ye Rui, the Little Overlord who had dominated the Royal Capital of Dajin for over a decade, have ever suffered such humiliation?

"Great completion of the True Martial Eighth Realm, with so many geniuses present, you are the one with the lowest cultivation. Who else could be the waste if not you?"

Yu Kun cast a glance at Ye Rui, sneered coldly, and said disdainfully.

Although he knew that both Ye Rui and Ye Zhenxiao were from the Dajin Royal Family, their status did not carry much weight within the Sky Dome Imperial City; he only valued personal strength.

To him, Ye Rui's mere True Martial Eighth Realm cultivation was not worth mentioning.

"What are you, to look down upon this prince? Die, Overlord Fist!"

Ye Rui, hot-tempered, roared angrily and swung his clenched fist directly at Yu Kun.

Upon his fist, not only was there a forceful True Yuan Power, but also the Nine Layers of Power, and even the Golden Flood Dragon Martial Soul and Bloodline Power were fully deployed.

He wanted to defeat Yu Kun with a single punch to clear his own name and was naturally going all out.

"Overlord Fist? Hmph, more like Turtle Fist. Trash is trash. Roll back to where you came from!"

Yu Kun's face revealed a contemptuous sneer, and as he spoke, he too raised his fist, striking fearlessly towards the oncoming Little Overlord, Ye Rui.

Although his tone was disdainful, his attack was in no way reserved; he employed both his Nine Layers of Power and his Bloodline Power, only stopping short of using his Martial Soul Power.

Ye Rui was vying to defeat Yu Kun to vindicate himself, while Yu Kun equally sought to defeat Ye Rui to establish his authority.

"This man may not have used his Martial Soul, but his cultivation is much higher than Ye Rui's, and his realm of integrating martial arts and Dao surpasses Ye Rui too. With this punch, Ye Rui is bound to lose."

Zhao Letian watched the battle intently, silently reflecting.

Though Yu Kun was arrogant and egotistical, he indeed had the capital to be so; his strength was truly superior to Ye Rui's.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the fists of Ye Rui and Yu Kun fiercely collided, creating a turbulent wave of energy, like a tsunami, sweeping across the venue. Both of their bodies were sent staggering backward by the horrendous force of the opponent's punches.

However, the audience's strength was all but ordinary, so the residual waves of their fight did not cause too much trouble for the onlookers.

"Hmph!"

As a result, Ye Rui grunted, retreating ten full steps back. A sweet taste in his throat followed as a gush of fresh blood spilled over from the corner of his mouth.

As for Yu Kun, he merely took eight steps back and was otherwise unharmed.

Nonetheless, although Yu Kun won this exchange, the expression on his face was far from pleased. Note from the editor: Always check * for corrections.

He had believed that a single punch would be enough to cripple Ye Rui.

However, to his surprise, he won with the slim advantage of only two steps, gaining a narrow victory.

Of course, this was because he had not utilized his Martial Soul Power and hadn't gone all out. Otherwise, the advantage would surely have been much greater.

But even so, considering his higher cultivation level than Ye Rui's, he felt his victory was not spectacular. He should have dominated Ye Rui with absolute superiority, effortlessly crushing him.

As for Ye Rui, his complexion became even uglier.

He, too, had thought that by exerting his full strength, he would be able to take down Yu Kun with a single punch.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who lost, and even more so, was injured by a punch from Yu Kun, which for him was an extreme humiliation.

"Trash, after all, is still trash. Even without using the power of my Martial Soul, I can easily beat you. If you're not convinced, we can continue to fight."

Yu Kun looked down at Ye Rui with disdain, sneering coldly.

Ye Rui immediately furrowed his brows, a look of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

The punch just now had highlighted the gap between him and Yu Kun.

If Yu Kun were to use his Martial Soul Power, Ye Rui would lose even more miserably and might even be killed on the spot.

"What's wrong? Scared? You, such trash, dare to represent Dajin Country in battle? You've lost all face for the Dajin Royal Family. Roll back to where you came from!"

Yu Kun grew even more rampant, relentlessly taunting Ye Rui with venomous words.

He hoped that Ye Rui would lose his rationality and continue the battle. That way, he could publicly humiliate the genius of the Four Great Kingdoms and brutally defeat Ye Rui on the spot.

"Prince Yu's strength is extraordinary; my fourteenth brother is still young and naturally no match for you. Picking on the weak is not the act of the strong. If you really have the ability, why not spar with that other 'trash' you mentioned? I assure you, you'll find it most delightful."

Just then, the Second Prince of Dajin Country, Ye Chenxiao, interjected with a faint smile, his gaze drifting towards Zhao Letian, who was leisurely sipping his drink.