After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

King Yama snorted coldly.

He stood up from the golden sedan chair.

On both sides of the River of Oblivion, all commotion was suppressed.

On the south bank, the ghostly soldiers fighting fiercely held their weapons, their arms stuck in mid-air.

The fusion soldiers arrayed on the north bank lowered their heads, and the grinding of their joints ceased.

Beneath the ice, the souls sealed in the River of Oblivion opened their mouths, but no sound of sorrow could be uttered.

The oppressive aura of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator descended upon the golden sedan chair.

It did not spread out in all directions, but instead pressed down inch by inch onto the frozen surface of the River of Oblivion.

Fine cracks appeared in the three hundred feet of black ice beneath Zhou Ran's feet.

Click.

Click.

The crack spread from the north bank, heading straight for the hole he had just dug.

The primordial blood energy around the edge of the cave entrance was being compressed thinner and thinner, and the blood light swayed along the ice edge, as if it would be crushed by the Yin Law at any moment.

The Meng Po bowl had just been fished out of the water, and the crack hadn't fully closed yet.

If the ice breaks down here, the River of Oblivion will begin to freeze out of control from the cave entrance.

The river washed away the path behind the Third Palace, rendering Meng Po's three days of wasted essence useless.

Qiao Kun gripped the Yaksha fork so tightly that his knuckles turned blue.

"Half-step into the Divine Transformation Realm..."

His throat was dry.

"That old bastard is really going to make his move."

The Sun God stood behind the third line of array flags, his body radiating intense sunlight, yet he was still forced back half a step by the oppressive aura, his heels leaving two marks on the array patterns.

Zhou Ran looked down at the cracks in the ice.

The fact that Yama, the King of Hell, personally came to the Bridge of Helplessness clearly shows that he could no longer wait.

The River of Oblivion will be sealed off in just two days.

If the rebels fail to capture the Third Palace and seize the Reincarnation Seal within two days, the new souls will flood back into the underworld once the river closure ends, and the northern bank's troop line will be scattered by the turbulent currents.

If we try to proceed in an orderly manner then, the cost will be several times higher.

Therefore, Yama, the King of Hell, will crush the south bank today.

"Living people."

On the north bank, Yama, the King of Hell, spoke.

He was thin and frail, wearing a faded purple-gold court robe, and holding a broken judge's pen in his hand.

The nib is broken off by a small part, and the pen body is crisscrossed with cracks, with the shadow patterns of the Fifth Palace embedded in the cracks.

There was no anger on his face, only scrutiny.

It's like a ferocious beast that doesn't know its own mortality has come to the gates of Yama's palace. He's calculating whether it's worth peeling off the beast's flesh himself.

"I know that you have grasped Li Chengfeng's sword intent."

Yama, the King of Hell, spoke in a very steady tone.

"A disposable item, once used, is never used again."

He looked at Zhou Ran's left arm.

"Are you sure you want to waste your time on me?"

The expressions of all the ghosts on the south bank changed drastically.

This statement hits right where it hurts.

The Divine Transformation Sword Intent has only one strike.

Even if you used it to fight Yama, the King of Hell, you might not be able to kill him.

With the power of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator and the authority of the Fifth Palace, at most they could force him back, and if they were lucky, he would only be seriously injured.

But behind them are the Lord of Avici Hell, the King of the City, and the henchmen of the Void Realm.

Just now, I only unleashed a single strand, severing the rebel army's battle flag.

But if we hand over this sword now, what will sustain us afterwards?

Black Impermanence sneered, the soul-snatching chain at his waist swaying slightly.

"Zhou Ran, weren't you arrogant?"

"Draw your sword!"

Zhou Ran's left arm, with its Taihuang lines burning hot, felt the bluish-white sword intent coursing through his muscles and bones, causing his flesh to tighten in waves as it was cut.

"Okay, you asked for this yourself."

His demonic eyes flashed, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

"You're insane!"

Within the Soul Banner, Li Zhiyao's wisp of consciousness spoke.

She hadn't expected that such a clumsy attempt at provocation would get him so worked up.

A bluish-white light rose from the palm of his hand.

The killing intent of the Naihe Bridge spread out, causing the railings to tremble, and the fusion soldiers on the north bank were forced to retreat.

Black Impermanence's face tightened, and the sixteen black-armored guards simultaneously raised their shields, the Fifth Court's laws on the Yin Iron Shields lighting up.

All the ghosts believed that Zhou Ran was going to kill Yama, the King of Hell.

The vertical lines between Yama's brows twitched slightly.

"Who said I was going to chop you up?"

Zhou Ran smiled, and as soon as he finished speaking, he turned his hand down.

The azure and white sword intent pierced straight into the black ice beneath his feet.

Long!

The ice layer of the River of Oblivion trembled violently.

A powerful force burst forth from within the ice layer, holding back the river's sealing power that was about to dissipate.

The Primordial Sword Intent crashed into the Forgotten Laws of the River of Oblivion, and the Azure and White Killing Intent and the Old Laws of the Underworld in the Black Water intertwined deep within the ice.

The next moment, the entire River of Oblivion lit up with a bluish-white glow.

As the light from the ice rose higher and higher, the cracks that were originally spreading outwards were welded shut one by one.

The thin black ice thickened and hardened, transforming into a divine sword wall spanning both banks.

The River of Oblivion, which Meng Po barely managed to seal with her own essence, was forcibly reinforced by the sword intent left behind by Li Chengfeng four thousand years ago.

This sword strike did not kill the enemy.

It blocked the road.

Inside the main hall of the Third Palace, Meng Po almost dropped the bowl in her hand.

She muttered under her breath:

"madman."

On the south bank, Qiao Kun was stunned for three breaths, then smiled until his eyes turned red.

"He stuffed the Nascent Soul Sword Intent into the ice?"

The leopard's tail gaped open, and the spear nearly slipped from its grasp.

Dryness in the beak and throat:

"What kind of playing style is this?"

The Sun Wanderer reacts the fastest, rapidly withdrawing the yang energy from its body surface.

He no longer needs to press down on the hole.

The cave entrance was sealed off by sword intent.

The current frozen surface of the River of Oblivion is like a long sword of divine transformation lying between the two banks.

As long as the rebels rush forward, Zhou Ran can unleash this sword intent.

He would then have to take a sword strike from Li Chengfeng first.

The scrutinizing look on Yama's face finally cracked for a moment.

"you……"

He didn't expect it.

No one would use their life-saving trump card to repair a wall.

But this move is the most ruthless.

The ice over the River of Oblivion was reinforced, and the fusion troops could no longer spread across the ice to cross south.

If the rebels want to attack the three palaces, the only way left is the Bridge of Helplessness.

A bridge.

Two hundred defenders.

Three layers of defense.

Yin Huo Gou.

Zhou Ran used a Nascent Soul Sword Intent to suppress Yama King's thousands of troops into a long line that could only squeeze forward.

Black Impermanence's throat tightened.

"Your Majesty, merge the troops..."

"I can't get up there."

On the north bank, a soldier who refused to believe in evil stepped onto the ice.

A bluish-white light shone from the bottom of the ice.

click!

The skeleton of the Western undead shattered on the spot.

The soldiers in the back row immediately stopped, and no one dared to step onto the ice anymore.

Qiao Kun seized the opportunity, raised his fork, and roared.

"South bank garrison, heed my command!"

"The rebels dare not set foot on the ice!"

"Guard the bridge!"

"Nail the bridgehead shut for me!"

Two hundred ghost soldiers roared, and the second line of battle flags advanced half a zhang.

For the first time, the rhythm of the north bank formation was disrupted.

Yama, the King of Hell, lifted his robe and walked to the edge of the ice.

He raised his tattered judge's pen and pointed it at the ice.

Long!

The Fifth Palace's Yin Laws were suppressed.

The bluish-white sword intent within the ice immediately retaliated.

The two forces collided, tearing a gash in Yama's sleeve and causing the broken judge's pen to vibrate violently.

Black Impermanence's eyelid twitched.

Yama, the King of Hell, was bounced back.

Zhou Ran stood in the center of the ice, his face drained of color.

The sword intent entered the ice, sealing the River of Oblivion and also drawing away a large amount of his true essence.

What's worse, he was still some distance from the south bank.

Even if Yama, the King of Hell, cannot cross the river, he can still be suppressed across the ice.

The next moment, the pressure of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator condensed into a line and fell directly onto Zhou Ran's head.

Long!

The ice beneath Zhou Ran's feet sank half an inch.

The Great Desolate Origin Bone burned painfully, but the Golden Core of the Heart circulated rapidly, and the gray crack in the dantian suddenly throbbed.

Yama, the King of Hell, stared at him, his tone turning cold.

"Zhou Ran".

"I have a message for you."

Zhou Ran looked up.

The corner of Yama's lips twitched.

"Your city in the mortal realm, the celestial corpse beneath the earth."

"The third eye will open today."

Within Zhou Ran's dantian, the gray cracks suddenly expanded.

A gray vertical eye was reflected in the center of his eyes.