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

Zhao Tao.

wrong.

Zhou Ran's demonic eyes swept over and immediately caught the flaw.

His aura indicates he is at the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

You should know that when he was alive, he hadn't even touched the threshold of Ming Jin.

He was just a weak young master who was panting even when plowing the fields.

His thin frame was wrapped in a black judge's robe, and the iron token at his waist swayed, engraved with the emblem of the Fifth Court.

There was another person standing behind Zhao Tao.

Zhao Shijiang.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was slicked back and looked exactly the same as when he was alive.

However, the two clusters of eerie fire in his eye sockets couldn't be hidden; they flickered, revealing his ghostly nature completely.

"Brother Zhou Ran".

Zhao Tao tilted his head, and the mole on the corner of his mouth twitched.

"After you killed us, do you know where we went?"

Zhou Ran didn't respond.

Zhao Shijiang chimed in, his voice sharp and metallic.

"The Fifth Court Trial".

The eighteen levels of hell.

The father is unkind, the son is unfilial, and Tao'er betrays his brothers.

Lao Tzu, in the business world, unjustly kills good people and distorts the truth.

He rolled up his sleeves.

My forearm is covered in whip marks, one after another, so dense that you can't see the original color of my skin.

The wound was still oozing blood, a mark of hellish punishment branded into the soul, which would never heal.

"Beating them day and night."

Peel off the skin and remove the tendons.

More than a thousand days and nights.

Zhao Shijiang stared intently at Zhou Ran, his two balls of yin fire burning even brighter.

"It's all thanks to you."

Zhou Ran smiled.

"So Yama, the King of Hell, made a deal with you."

"Kill me, and you'll have a chance to be reincarnated?"

Zhao Tao's smile faltered for a moment.

Zhou Ran took a step forward, his tone relaxed as if he were chatting casually.

But when he saw the father and son, he was exceptionally happy.

It's nothing.

He felt good when he heard that the two were suffering.

"I asked you two to come out to disturb my peace of mind."

He patted his chest.

"The aura of a celestial corpse is seeping into the golden core."

Yama, the King of Hell, wants me to have an emotional breakdown so that that power can take advantage of my vulnerability and pour in.

I'll cripple myself to save him the trouble.

Zhao Tao couldn't keep his composure any longer.

Zhou Ran spread his hands.

"Such a petty trick, your master really underestimates people."

"you--"

"Oh, right."

Zhou Ran interrupted him, her tone suddenly becoming lighter.

"You slut Su Xiaoxiao, I just burned you to the ground."

Not a trace of his soul remained.

Zhao Tao's eyes froze.

Seeing his reaction, Zhou Ran's lips curled up slightly.

Sure enough, he still thinks about it even after he's dead.

Zhao Tao clenched his back teeth and forced a smile back onto his face.

But the flesh next to the mole on the corner of his mouth was trembling uncontrollably.

"Zhou Ran, do you know where Su Xiaoxiao went after she died?"

Zhou Ran didn't answer.

"She went to a place where she could kill you."

A place that could bring ruin to the entire city of Jiangcheng!

Zhao Tao uttered each word carefully.

"Oh? Then I'll have to see."

Zhao Tao then said:

"And then there's Xu Changsheng."

As his bones were being ground into nails, he kept calling out, "Grand Commander, you're too late!"

Zhou Ran didn't even bother to twitch her eyelids.

Su Xiaoxiao was burned by him personally.

He remembered Xu Changsheng's grudge; he didn't need anyone to remind him.

Seeing that both of his moves had been in vain, Zhao Shijiang changed his approach.

"Zhou Ran, do you know that bitch Chen Ya—"

Zhou Ran's pupils turned red.

It just flashed by.

The Taihuang pattern on his left arm swelled by three inches, the black and gold veins bulging against the skin.

Zhao Shijiang smiled and continued:

"Back when he was under my command, he was something else—"

"Shut up."

Two words were uttered.

Zhou Ran didn't raise his voice, but the air around the core of the stitching array was completely sucked out.

Zhao Shijiang's last sentence was stuck in his throat, as if his tongue was nailed to the ground.

Inside the Golden Core, the gray crack flickered.

The murderous intent on Zhou Ran's face faded.

What came next was even more frightening.

A chilling silence that seeps into your bones.

"OK."

He turned his neck, and his joints cracked.

Enough with the nonsense.

Let's start the war.

"Let me test your strength."

Zhao Tao wielded the judge's pen.

The tip of the pen condensed into black inscriptions, which transformed into chains of judgment that wrapped around Zhou Ran's right arm.

The spiritual power of the late Golden Core stage was infused into it, and the words "guilty" were engraved on the chains.

The moment the chains wrapped around his right arm, the Golden Elixir of the Mind began to rotate.

The "guilty" inscription on the chain is deformed.

It was replaced with "innocent".

The chains broke on their own.

Zhao Tao's face twitched.

"I even altered the Book of Life and Death."

Your judge's pen is child's play.

Zhao Shijiang made his move simultaneously.

Black chains from the eighteenth level of hell emerged from the ground, wailing as they coiled around Zhou Ran's legs.

Zhou Ran stomped on two of them, and the third one wrapped around his waist.

pain.

It wasn't just ordinary pain.

The chains of hell are inherently punishing; when they bind your body, it feels as if hundreds of red-hot wires are sawing back and forth between your bones and flesh.

Zhou Ran grunted, unleashing his Primordial Qi and blood, which shattered the chains.

The Heavenly Dao immediately withdrew 30% of its true essence.

This is the price of rewriting the Book of Life and Death.

From smashing the Divine Transformation Sword Intent into the River of Oblivion to seal it, to withstanding the pressure of Yama King's half-step Divine Transformation power, to sneaking into the City of the Wrongfully Dead for two hours, his true essence had long been depleted.

Zhao Tao's judge's pen stabbed from the side.

The pen tip grazed Zhou Ran's ribs, leaving a trail of blood.

Zhou Ran took two deep breaths.

A black-gold baby dragon leaped out from his arms to join the battle, its dragon breath spraying towards Zhao Shijiang.

Zhao Shijiang raised the chain to block, but the chain wrapped around the dragon's neck, pinning the young dragon firmly to the ground.

Zhao Tao seized the opportunity to make three consecutive stabs.

Zhou Ran caught two strokes, but couldn't dodge the third one, which pierced his left shoulder.

He knelt on one knee, his chest heaving a long, heavy breath.

Zhao Tao placed the judge's pen next to Zhou Ran's shoulder wound and stood on it, looking down at him.

"Zhou Ran, look at yourself."

He squatted down and brought his face close to Zhou Ran's.

"Back in the gym, you were pretty good, weren't you?"

He can bench press 160kg.

What, you can't even break free from a mere dog leash?

Zhao Shijiang walked over and rubbed his leather shoes on the young dragon's back.

The young dragon let out a short hiss.

"Zhou Ran, oh Zhou Ran."

Zhao Shijiang bent down and patted his face.

"How does it feel to kneel?"

The father and son exchanged a smile.

That arrogant and conceited air is exactly the same as when he was alive. Even more so.

He was beaten in hell for over a thousand days, and after finally turning his life around, he was even more smug than when he was alive.

Looking at their faces, Zhou Ran felt a sense of relief.

They're still two idiots.

Since I won't die anytime soon, there's still a way.

The main reason is the series of battles that followed, coupled with the interest accrued by the Heavenly Dao.

He then forcibly activated the Divine Transformation Sword Intent, which consumed a great deal of energy.

Zhou Ran knelt on the ground, raised his head, and forced a bitter smile onto his face.

"Anyway... I'm going to die."

He was panting, his voice so weak it was almost broken.

"Let me die knowing why."

Zhao Tao raised an eyebrow.

"That aura of Western dead emanating from you..."

What are the core technologies of fusion soldiers? What are their underlying principles?

Zhao Shijiang snorted coldly.

"What's the point of asking this when you're about to die?"

Zhou Ran coughed twice.

"curious."

Zhao Tao glanced at Zhao Shijiang.

Zhao Shijiang thought for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips.

What difference would it make if a dying man knew?

He put his hands behind his back.

That posture was exactly the same as when he was giving a speech at the board meeting when he was alive.

He spoke.

Zhou Ran knelt on the ground, listening intently to every single word.