The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Lin Yuan's voice, amplified by the power of the rules, resounded throughout the entire battlefield, even suppressing the roar of the waves.

So much so that the cherry blossom warship in the distance was completely silent.

A few seconds later, a cold snort rolled in like muffled thunder.

"Hmph! Sharp-tongued!"

With that cold snort, a figure slowly rose from the main ship.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue traditional samurai outfit.

He wore wooden clogs and had two swords, one long and one short, hanging at his waist.

But he wasn't holding a knife; instead, he was gripping a huge, exaggeratedly shaped longbow.

The longbow was entirely black, its arms resembling the ribs of some giant beast.

Both ends are inlaid with ferocious ghost heads.

He walked step by step into the air, and with each step, a thick layer of black ice formed on the sea beneath his feet, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

"Who do you think has such a big mouth to block my arrows from the mountains and villages?"

The Sakura Kingdom Saint named Yamamura no stopped several thousand meters away from Lin Yuan.

A cold light gleamed in his narrow eyes.

"So it was you... Lin Yuan."

"What? Has your injury from back then healed? Or did you not lose face enough in the Silver Moon Realm and want to lose face again here?"

Upon hearing the words "the injury from back then," Lin Yuan's previously languid expression stiffened slightly.

Then within those eyes.

Suddenly, a chilling killing intent erupted.

That was the shame of his life, and the deepest thorn in his heart.

Back then, in that restricted-level global genius arena, it was this guy named Yamamura Nobuo who relied on a strange demon sword and despicable sneak attacks.

They snatched the second place from him; if it weren't for his status as a necromancer and his ability to avoid death and prolong life,

I'm afraid I really will perish inside.

"Yamamurano..."

Lin Yuan slowly rose from the throne, his tattered trench coat fluttering even without wind. The black mist behind him instantly boiled, transforming into the roars of countless vengeful ghosts: "I've been looking for you for so many years, and I never expected you to deliver yourself to my doorstep!"

"Perfect! Let's settle both old and new scores today!"

Looking at the murderous Lin Yuan, Shan Cunye showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he laughed even more wildly.

"Settle accounts? You think you can?"

"You were my defeated foe back then, and today, you'll only ever be my stepping stone!"

As they were speaking, the black longbow in Yamamura's hand suddenly underwent a strange change.

"Click click click—"

Accompanied by a screeching sound that sent chills down your spine.

The bow's limbs began to twist, fold, and stretch.

The golden light that was originally the bowstring instantly solidified, transforming into a sharp blade.

In the blink of an eye.

The longbow had transformed into a dark blue katana over two meters long!

The blade is covered with vein-like pulsating patterns, and the hilt features a lifelike demon head with its mouth agape, seemingly yearning for the nourishment of blood.

Legendary weapon – [Great Heavenly Twelve-Crafted Demon Blade - Six Heavenly Demon King (Illusion)]!

It is both a longbow that can kill and a bloodthirsty demonic blade.

This is the greatest reliance that enabled the mountain village folk to be ranked among the saints.

"Lin Yuan, are you still so stubborn?"

Yamamura stroked the blade, a twisted obsession in his eyes: "My Six Heavenly Demon King has been starving for a long time. What it loves most is the marrow of the strong. You? Barely suitable!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Lin Yuan sneered, and with a clench of his right hand, a giant scythe made of white bones appeared in his hand.

The blade of that scythe burned with a grayish-white flame of the soul.

"Today, I'll break that damn knife of yours in half and stuff it into your hook! Let's see if your mouth is harder than your life!!"

The auras of the two saints collided violently in mid-air.

This time, it's not a test.

The clouds in the sky were torn in two, one side being a pitch-black aura of death and mortals.

On one side was a chilling, eerie blade of light, its blue color almost piercing to the bone.

On the battlefield below, both the defenders of Shenxia and the troops of the Sakura Kingdom stopped what they were doing at the same time.

He stared in horror at the scene above him that looked like the end of the world.

The battle of the saints is about to begin!

……

Gu Xu felt as if he were having a dream where he was falling from a great height.

That feeling of weightlessness comes and goes quickly.

When the soles of your feet once again feel solid ground beneath them.

The scene before my eyes has completely changed.

His wife and the wedding procession were gone, the lucky rat was gone, and the big-eyed creature had disappeared. All he could see was an endless expanse of blood.

If he had to describe it, Gu Xu felt like he was Sun Wukong, who had been swallowed whole, standing inside the body of some enormous creature.

The surroundings were no longer air, but a thick, reddish mist.

It smelled of blood when inhaled, but it didn't make you feel nauseous.

On the contrary, it subtly creates a sense of...exhilaration that gets you hooked.

The ground beneath my feet was soft and spongy, like layers of thick, stacked flesh.

With each step, the foot sinks slightly.

Then it bounced back with a sickening "gurgling" sound.

Looking up, there was no sky, only a dark red dome slowly undulating.

Those veins, as thick as mountains, crisscross the dome, and what flows inside them doesn't seem to be blood.

Instead, it was some kind of dark purple energy that emitted a faint glow.

"Thump—!"

"Thump—!!"

A dull, loud bang echoed throughout the space.

The sound was extremely penetrating; with each thud, the surrounding dark red flesh walls would contract violently.

The ground beneath Gu Xu's feet trembled as well.

Gu Xu instinctively covered his chest.

Because he realized that the sound wasn't coming from the outside world, but rather seemed to come from something else.

It is resonating in sync with his heart.

The feeling was both wondrous and domineering, as if a higher-dimensional life form was existing across endless space and time.

It forcibly took over his heartbeat rhythm.

"Thump—!"

This time, Gu Xu heard it clearly.

The source of the sound is right in front of us.

"That's pretty good!"

Gu Xu took a deep breath and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Without hesitation, he manipulated the Domain of Calamity to part the dense, fleshy tentacles that resembled weeping willows in front of him.

He strode forward.

As the last obstacle was removed, the view suddenly opened up.

Gu Xu's previously nonchalant expression froze on his face at that moment.

He opened his mouth slightly, not even noticing that the folding fan in his hand had fallen to the ground.

In the center of that dark red space, a heart floated.

That is definitely not a human heart.

It doesn't even belong to any kind of creature that Gu Xu knows.