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

The whispers weren't loud, but they were like all-pervasive demonic sounds, penetrating directly into the depths of every being's soul.

That was the hymn of bygone days, and also the death knell for all things!

"This...this is your power?"

Gu Xu spoke slowly, his voice no longer clear and bright, but carrying a layered reverberation.

It was as if countless people were speaking inside him at the same time.

He looked at the four hundred-foot-tall Yin soldiers in front of him, who, though kneeling, were still struggling to get up.

Those four Yin soldiers were products of the rules of this "Red and White Clash of Evil" secret realm.

Originally, it should have been a calamity enough to destroy a city, a province, or even a country.

But now, under the gaze of Gu Xu's blood-red eyes, they felt an unprecedented fear.

Yes, even though they are inanimate objects, they still understand fear.

That absolute suppression from their position made them instinctively want to escape, to dissipate, and to return to nothingness.

But Gu Xu didn't give them that chance.

"Too weak."

Gu Xu gently raised his right hand.

He made no fancy moves, simply pointing at the four enormous figures from a distance.

"puff--"

The next second, the countless black tentacles flying behind Gu Xu suddenly activated.

Hundreds of rule tentacles pierced through the void in an instant, moving so fast that even light was left behind.

In the blink of an eye, those four seemingly indestructible statues...

The Yin soldiers, shrouded in a thick aura of death, instantly disintegrated.

They didn't turn into pieces or into black smoke; instead, they were directly kneaded into a sky full of white foam.

Yes, just a blink of an eye.

The four ghostly soldiers simply vanished from the world.

If the previous use of "disintegration rays" to flatten the paper figures was a demonstration of firepower...

So this silent and invisible erasure is the arrival of a miracle.

This is no longer a battle.

This is cleaning up the trash.

Dead silence, absolute dead silence.

With the disappearance of the four ghostly soldiers, the entire northern suburbs fell into a suffocating silence.

All that remained were the countless white bubbles falling from the sky.

It descended slowly into the black realm, appearing both beautiful and eerie.

And at the end of all this.

The enormous, mountain-like palanquin of the Ghost Mother was now suspended there all alone.

It stopped moving.

It dared not move.

That was the once arrogant and domineering core consciousness of the secret realm, which even dared to launch attacks.

At this moment, it's like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled, or a small beast that has encountered its natural enemy.

He was huddled in the corner, shivering.

Gu Xu strode forward.

He walked very slowly, each step landing slowly.

One of the tentacles will then extend from beneath his feet and land there.

He walked step by step until he reached the bridal sedan chair.

Compared to the sedan chair doors that are more than ten stories high.

Gu Xu's figure was as small as a speck of dust.

But in terms of his demeanor, it was as if he wanted to trample the bridal sedan chair and the entire world under his feet.

"You seemed to be shouting quite loudly just now?"

Gu Xu tilted his head slightly, his blood-red eyes peering through the red sedan curtain.

Stare directly at the trembling being inside.

Anyone could hear the undisguised mockery and contempt in his tone.

"Ghost soldiers borrowing a path? A clash of red and white spirits?"

Gu Xu shook his head: "It's one thing to scare ordinary people in the countryside, but who gave you the courage to put on airs in front of me?"

"Buzz—!!"

As the words fell, the "Domain of Calamity" behind Gu Xu shrank and solidified once more.

An extremely terrifying gravitational field instantly descended upon the bridal sedan chair.

"Click—click—"

The bridal sedan chair, formed from high-level rules, emitted a very crisp sound.

The massive sedan chair beams began to bend, and the red paint on the roof of the sedan chair began to peel off.

The once vibrant, blood-red color is turning gray at a visible rate.

It wanted to escape.

It attempted to burn its own primordial rules, tearing open a spatial rift to escape from the monster.

But it didn't work.

The surrounding space has been completely locked down by Gu Xu.

In this field, Gu Xu's words are the only truth.

He said not to move, so that's what light is.

We have to stop here.

"What's wrong? Not saying anything?"

Gu Xu looked at the bridal sedan chair that was slumped in the air like a dead dog, and curled his lip in boredom: "Weren't you just going to judge me?"

"Aren't you going to make me, the blasphemer, die?"

"You dare call yourself a calamity?"

Gu Xu reached out and gently patted the thick sedan chair pole, as if he were patting a cheap toy.

"In this world, there is only one thing that can be called a calamity."

He pointed to himself, then to the group of indescribable phantoms behind him.

"That is—us."

After saying this line, which is enough to be recorded in the villain's bragging list.

Gu Xu lost interest in continuing to tease his prey.

He turned his head and looked at the figure beside him who had been unable to contain himself any longer.

The ghost bride remained silently suspended to his left.

But this silence is more like a volcano about to erupt.

From the moment she entered this area, her eyes, hidden beneath the red veil, were...

She never left that bridal sedan chair.

Her wedding dress was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

The surrounding air was filled with an intense, lingering resentment and longing.

That's the urge to devour one's own kind.

It is also an instinct to complete one's own rules.

Do you like it?

Gu Xu's voice softened instantly.

It's like a husband asking his wife what gift she wants.

The ghost bride trembled slightly, then nodded heavily.

If someone could see her face at this moment, they would surely notice her pale and exquisitely beautiful face.

He was wearing a morbid and fanatical smile at that moment.

"Then go get it."

Gu Xu grinned, a smile both radiant and bloodthirsty: "Whether it's the power inside or that old hag hiding in there, it's all yours."

As he spoke, he made a very gentlemanly "please" gesture, his tone carrying a hint of doting and indulgence.

"My wife, I'm taking her!"

"Take everything she owns and make it your dowry!"

This sentence was like a torch that ignited the entire oil depot.

"Thank you... my husband..."

A soft, sweet response, tinged with both boundless joy and murderous intent.

It echoed in Gu Xu's mind.

next second.

The elusive bride, who had maintained an elegant posture, moved.

"boom!"

Instead of floating over as usual, she transformed directly into a streak of red lightning.

This red light was so dazzling and so swift that it completely disregarded spatial distance.

It crashed instantly into the enormous bridal sedan chair.

There were no obstacles.

That layer of curtain defense, which even Lin Yuan, a ninth-level saint, could not break through.

She was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of the Ghost Bride.

"Sizzle—"

The red figure tore open the sedan curtain, carrying a resentment that seemed to want to dye the heavens and earth red, and barged into the sedan chair with unparalleled ferocity.