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

Prince An's Mansion, Tianxing Martial Arts Arena

At this moment, countless black and red talismans appeared on the training ground.

The sky was shrouded in a dark, malevolent aura, and a blood-red hue.

The talismans burned in the air, and in the next instant... streaks of black and red ghostly figures slowly descended to the ground.

The densely packed shadows of ghosts and gods, the weakest of whom were all martial arts experts.

As soon as these ghostly figures landed, they set their sights on Bei Men Yue.

Upon seeing this, Bei Menyue raised an eyebrow.

Su An's figure was hidden among these densely packed shadows of ghosts and gods.

"This kid is not bad."

Bai Xingling raised an eyebrow as she watched this scene.

"Who do you think will win?"

Bai Xingling turned to look at Li Junsu.

"Little Moon."

"Su An can't win."

Li Junsu looked at the field, shook his head, and said.

"Isn't it right?"

"I feel like Xiaoyue can't win."

Bai Xingling looked at Bei Menyue, her brows furrowing slightly.

In her perception, Bei Men Yue was indeed very strong, but ultimately he was only a martial arts practitioner.

Su An's aura was much stronger than Bei Men Yue's.

Even if Bei Men Yue's Merit Dao is able to restrain Su An, it shouldn't be this restraining, right?

"You'll see when you look back."

Li Junsu smiled and shook his head.

Faced with so many ghosts and gods, Bei Men Yue simply sneered.

Then, a golden light condensed on her pink fist.

Bei Menyue slammed her fist into the ground.

The golden light of merit rippled outwards.

A golden tsunami roared forth.

The ghosts and spirits also moved, attacking Beimen Yue one after another.

Under the golden light of merit, yin energy and blood energy are eliminated.

Ghosts and gods at the Martial Realm vanished like snowflakes in the sun.

The ghosts and gods who had reached the Fusion Realm, though also restrained, still managed to block the golden light and attack Bei Men Yue.

In their first encounter, Su An looked rather pathetic.

But... Beimen Yue was like a small boat on the vast sea, teetering on the brink of collapse.

The remaining ghosts and spirits came before Bei Men Yue, and Su, who was hiding among them, smiled.

Water can extinguish fire.

But what if the fire is the Golden Crow's True Flame?

Even if Bei Men Yue is strong, can you use the Northern Darkness Water on him?

Now, his ghosts and gods are coming in an endless stream and are even stronger than her. So what if Bei Men Yue's merits and golden light are profound?

Su An began to form hand seals, and weapons appeared in the hands of the ghosts and gods.

As he wielded his weapon, a barrage of deadly moves began to dance wildly.

"The dance of ghosts and gods, the slaughter of demons."

As Su An made his move, the ghosts and gods unleashed their deadly attacks, surrounding Bei Men Yue with an impenetrable defense.

Upon seeing this, Bei Menyue remained calm.

The golden light vanished in the next instant.

"Sequence."

Bei Men Yue appeared above the ghosts and gods, and stretched out his hand.

Golden light of merit gathered behind her, and then... a small sun slowly condensed and emerged.

"Rebellious... Evil Yang?!"

Bai Xingling was stunned by this move.

Li Junsu was also somewhat surprised to see Bei Menyue modify one of her father's signature techniques in this way.

Bei Menyue stood beneath the sky, her body bathed in sunlight, as if draped in a thin veil.

The golden veil became increasingly dazzling.

Finally, a small sun slowly rotated, moving from behind Bei Menyue to in front of her, and coalesced into a complete form.

This is neither the spirit of the sun nor the true meaning of the sun.

Rather, it is the result of pure merit.

During this time, the golden light of merit continuously suppressed the shadows of ghosts and gods below.

Bei Men Yue looked down and smiled.

"Yori."

As soon as it was pointed out, the meritorious sun blazed down fiercely towards the Heavenly Star Martial Arena.

A mournful cry rang out, and the dark red yin energy and blood energy were completely evaporated under its influence.

Black and red smoke rose into the air, while the sun exploded on the spot, and golden light turned into waves that swept across the training ground.

However, the moon over the northern gate was not pleased with itself.

Instead, her figure vanished from the spot once more.

"Damn, how come this guy is so smart in battle?"

Su An watched this scene and cursed under his breath.

However, there was no other way. To defeat Bei Men Yue, the only option was to use numerical superiority and underhanded tactics to gang up on her.

In mid-air, the black and red smoke slowly solidified, and the shadows of ghosts and gods returned to their original state.

These ghostly figures, who had just died with screams of agony, not only returned to normal but also formed an orderly Ghostly Slaughtering Array.

This is a formation created by Zi Shou. The more virtuous and meritful an enemy is within it, the more severe the damage they will suffer.

The remaining shadows of demons and gods were directly transformed into pillars of demons and gods.

The black and red demon pillar was bound by chains, but the chains shattered the moment it appeared.

The sealed power of demons and gods has returned to the human world.

It is a powerful alien origin that combines the human race's fantasy of gods and mourning for their ancestors and supreme beings, with the fear of death and the awe of the underworld gods. These two forces are united by incense offerings and exist between life and death.

The yin energy and blood energy resonated with heaven and earth, the blazing sun in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, blood rain fell, and the ghost pillar greedily sucked up the blood rain.

The broken chains transformed into the underworld.

Su An's figure appeared between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Su An was dressed in a black and red outfit of the chief constable of the Xie Zhi, with a top-notch earth weapon at his waist, exuding an aura of yin and yang.

This is a growing type of earth-type weapon that Li Junsu specially allocated with the finest Heavenly Demon Palace blade blanks as the main material.

As long as Su An is willing to nurture it, the Heavenly Soldiers are a certainty.

The purpose of inflicting the calamity on Su Anjiang was merely to make him a protector and temporarily help Su An get through the days without heavenly soldiers.

Amidst the rain of blood, Su An grasped the hilt of Yin Ming Qi Sheng's sword.

Behind him, a figure gradually emerged.

Amidst the rain of blood, the blood energy gathered and transformed into streaks of black and red dragon patterns, which were engraved on the black robes formed from yin energy.

At the waist of the Yin God, a long sword resembling Zhao Han was coiled by a blood-red evil dragon, adding a touch of spirituality and ferocity.

Su An said nothing more, and as his figure disappeared, he drew his sword.

The blood-red slashes transformed into a crimson tsunami, spreading outwards.

Within the space, countless blood-red slash marks clung to the surface.

Then, the blood-red eyes opened, the blood-red pupils adorned with a speck of black.

Their pupils all turned, searching for the girl's whereabouts.

Su An's figure disappeared, and the ghosts and gods attacked together, with blade light, blood energy, and ghosts and gods all striking at once.

A carnival of ghosts and gods descended upon the human world.

Amidst this revelry, the Yin God stood between heaven and earth, surveying the battlefield.

"Su An... has grown to this level too?"

Bai Xingling stared at the scene unfolding before her, somewhat dazed.

Although Su An is still a Fusion Realm cultivator, he is naturally no match for a Martial Venerable like Bai Xingling.

But in this world today, the only one who can defeat him is the Martial Venerable.

Apart from Yun Wuji, it would be difficult for anyone else to defeat him before he became a Martial Venerable.

Even He Mujian is no match for him.

His progress is too fast.

It was closing in on the four guard posts, and at the same time... Bai Xing could sense that Su An hadn't used his full strength yet.

"After advancing to Martial Venerable... there is much to be done."

Li Junsu also looked at Su An and touched the hilt of Zhao Han's sword.

Although he had never even kissed him, he felt like he was watching his own child grow up.

Even Prince An couldn't help but feel moved.

Hearing Bai Xingling's感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection), Shang You puffed out his chest with pride.

During his seclusion in the Shang King's Palace, Su Anguang faced life-or-death struggles no less than three times in order to gain the approval of the gods and spirits.

This was even with his Ghost Emperor reincarnation and his innate affinity with the Yin and Yang realms.

Su An didn't want a sinister and treacherous god.

The fierce gods he recognized were all representatives of barbaric and bloodthirsty existence.

One of them was Zi Shou, the last king of the Shang Dynasty, who died filled with resentment.