Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Inside the Heavenly Palace of the Heavenly Demon.

Black snowflakes flew up, and the last unlucky guy kicked the ground backward with his legs, forcing himself into a corner.

In the candlelight, the expression on the masked demon's face took on a hint of mockery.

This expression is even more pronounced when the person is facing away from the moonlight.

Actually, the mask has no expression; it's just a scaredy-cat who's frightening himself.

Li Junsu stood at the point where the passage ended, his long sword slung across his shoulder, his hand casually resting on the hilt.

In the darkness where neither moonlight nor candlelight could reach, beneath the mask, a dark light suddenly shone in one of Li Junsu's eyes.

The literal meaning of the black light indicates that deathly energy has come to life.

"Is that all you have?"

The question emanating from behind the mask terrified the unfortunate man, who shook his head incessantly.

As soon as she came down, she was greeted by a sky full of ashes, and the aura emanating from the other person was profound and terrifying.

Coupled with the murderous aura emanating from Li Junsu, she was completely terrified.

The string of reason in her mind was about to snap.

Then, the woman no longer needed to think about anything, and the black snow began to fall again.

Li Junsu casually killed another Wang Hai with a single palm strike.

Having the same level of understanding does not necessarily mean having the same strength.

The artistic conceptions are worlds apart, just as there are differences between emperors.

Wei Feng called him the God of War, which was a sign of worship and reverence.

As for what the Great Ming War God really means, everyone who knows, knows.

Just like the First Emperor's Fengshan ceremony, that was a genuine Fengshan ceremony.

And that so-called true sect is nothing but a joke.

He gave the enemy a thousand pieces of gold, yet still performed the Fengshan ceremony.

Throughout history, there has only been one such person.

I've never seen such shamelessness in two thousand years.

Li Junsu has now roughly grasped the true meaning of Subduing Tiger, as well as his ultimate set of skills. With this level of combat power, he has a good chance of defeating Yan Guihe Ning of Wanghai.

Moreover, there are still fragments of the Dragon Subduing Scroll in his mind waiting to be comprehended.

When he inquires about martial arts, Yan Guihe Ning will be amazed by the prodigious talent.

Even Ye Feng was drenched in sweat.

Li Junsu's path was different; it was one of conquering a country and rising through the ranks.

Only by destroying a country can one break through the limitations.

Once the restrictions are broken, the strength will only increase exponentially.

Li Junsu looked at the passage that appeared in front of him and stepped inside.

This is because Uncle Beimen sensed that no one else would come, so he took him back to the main hall.

With each step, black snowflakes rose from the ground once more.

After Li Junsu left, the snowflakes swirled and then slowly returned to the ground, telling a story of the past.

Li Junsu finished his business, while on the other side, in the Demon Palace, the grand drama was just beginning.

......

The Hall of Vengeful Demons

"You are all the victors. The final battle begins." After He Ning finished speaking, the crowd resumed their fight.

He Ning changed his mind at the last minute.

Rather than torturing one person and still not getting enough, it's better to do two more rounds of screening.

He Ning looked at the ten surviving people in front of him and smiled.

Ten people form a group, the winner survives, and everyone in front of them is an elite.

One lucky person was chosen from among a hundred people.

The snap of fingers rang out, and the action on the field came to a halt.

"The final battle won't be about you killing each other."

He Ning's voice slowly came out, and then He Ning stretched out one hand and placed it flat in front of him.

He pulled the mask up with one hand.

As the Blood Drinker took shape, He Ning slowly spoke.

"The final battle will be a fight with me." As the words fell, He Ning's face appeared.

"It's... the Chief Constable of Jiannan Circuit!" a scream rang out.

Then came wails.

"Damn the Heavenly Demon Palace! The Heavenly Demon Palace never intended for us to survive!"

After the wails, curses erupted.

"Bei Men Jue! You deserve to be struck by lightning!"

"North Gate is sealed! I'm doomed! ~*!"

The evil cultivators weren't fools. The moment He Ning showed up, they knew that Bei Men Jue had... betrayed them.

He Ning closed his eyes, listening to the pleasant sound, and gripped the Blood Drinker.

A crimson domain erupted, and the woman who tried to escape in the chaos crashed headfirst into the restraints.

"Kill him, or none of us will survive."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Ning moved.

Like a vicious wolf attacking a flock of sheep.

......

Demon Palace

Yan Gui looked at the unlucky souls who had been killed by the black light, shrugged, and then walked into the passage.

Greed will bring death.

If you are not greedy, you will attract the Rakshasa sword.

As I said before, no one is spared.

......

As Li Junsu and Yan Gui appeared simultaneously, the wails in the main hall pierced their eardrums.

Both of them were martial artists, so naturally they didn't feel anything.

But if it were an ordinary person, their eardrum would definitely rupture.

Such a piercing wail could only be compared to that of a martial artist tormented by the Nine Realms of Absolute Life.

When Li Junsu arrived at the main hall, he saw Beimen Jue, who was slightly raising one hand and refining the lucky ones.

Li Junsu sat down, listening to the wails, his expression calm.

"Aren't you hot?" Yan Gui appeared on the other side, took off his mask and black robe, and sat comfortably in a chair.

The unfortunate souls being refined were filled with rage.

Six doors!

This is... a conspiracy!

Upon hearing this, Li Junsu removed his mask. Things had come to this point, there was no point in pretending anymore.

No one can escape from the Martial Venerable's grasp.

Especially against a powerful figure like Bei Menjue, unless you are on the same level as him.

In this world, the only one who can suppress Bei Menjue is Yun Wujing.

The unfortunate souls who were being refined were grinding their teeth in frustration.

Marquis Wu'an was also there.

“Bei Men… Jue… how can you face… the Demonic Path?” A suppressed voice came from the crowd.

The unfortunate soul who was refined was also furious; Bei Menjue's actions were a blatant betrayal.

Moreover, they have absolutely no sense of shame.

Bei Menjue is the Palace Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the leader of the demonic path, and a ruthless person who dares to challenge the Great Qian Dynasty.

Now that he has told them the truth, he has long since submitted to the Great Qian Dynasty, how can these evil cultivators be willing to accept this?

It was all a trap; they were a joke.

“Bei Men Jue…you…” a resentful voice rang out.

He wanted the world to know the true face of Bei Menjue, this despicable man.

The message was sent from the divine soul, but was intercepted by Beimen Jue the next second.

As a Martial Venerable, Bei Men fears no one except Yun Wujing.

Even if Yun Wujing were 50% stronger than him, Bei Menjue wouldn't be afraid.

Without Yun Wujing, Beimen Jue would be the best in the world.

And now, coincidentally, he and Yun Wujing are colleagues.

Bei Menjue calmly refined the unlucky fellow in front of him.

Then, a person walked out of the blood-red passage.

He Ning, who was not wearing a mask, walked out of the passage, his face still covered in blood.

"Had enough killing?" Yan Gui looked at his old friend and mocked him knowingly.

"More or less." He Ning knew that Yan Gui was just joking, so he wiped the blood off his face and spoke calmly.

"What should we do next?" Bei Menjue finished off the thirty people in front of him.

Collect the souls of these people and look at Li Junsu.

"Now that the matter is settled, it's time for the Juesheng Sect to make their appearance." Li Junsu looked at the mask in his hand, his tone calm.

"It's up to you." Bei Menjue nodded.

Many people in the Daqian Dynasty trusted Li Junsu's abilities.