I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

Zhong Jiu composed himself and said in a deep voice, "Bai Qi, do you dare to command the 400,000 soul soldiers outside the city?"

He paused for a moment, then deliberately pointed out the key point: "These soul soldiers are the Zhao soldiers you massacred at Changping back then. Now they are filled with resentment and are unruly. Ordinary generals would find it difficult to even get close to them, let alone control them."

Upon hearing this, Bai Qi slowly rose, a glimmer of light finally flashing in his usually calm eyes. It wasn't fear, but rather an arrogant disdain for the world: "My lord, the question shouldn't be whether this humble general dares, but whether they dare to obey my orders?"

One sentence from him startled Zhong Jiu, who then chuckled, "Well done, Lord Wu'an! Then go and try it. I want to see how the God of Slaughter can subdue these vengeful spirits."

Zhong Jiu led Bai Qi straight to the Netherworld Camp outside the city.

Elsewhere, military camps are filled with the clanging of armor and soaring morale, but this camp of 400,000 soul soldiers exudes an eerie laxity. The soul soldiers sit on the ground, their postures languid, not even bothering to look up at anyone.

Only the thick, pungent stench of blood that permeated the air above the camp, pressing down like a tangible force, silently testified to the army's ferocity and madness.

Zhong Jiu stood outside the camp gate, arms crossed, watching from the sidelines, thinking to himself: Can Bai Qi, this god of death, subdue these vengeful souls who died at his hands?

Bai Qi seemed to have read his mind, and without hesitation, strode into the camp.

The moment his feet touched the ground of the camp, 400,000 soul soldiers looked up in unison, and countless pairs of blood-red eyes locked onto him instantly, their malice sweeping over him like a tsunami!

The soul soldiers stood up in unison, their bodies surging with resentment. Many of them had hideous ghost patterns on their faces, clearly recognizing the culprit who had tricked and killed them back then!

Hands gripped the weapons at their waists, and with a whistling killing intent, a fierce wind swept through the entire camp, sending sand and stones flying everywhere.

"This is bad!"

Zhong Jiu's body crackled with lightning, ready to strike and suppress at any moment.

He feared that these soul soldiers might lose control and actually tear Bai Qi apart.

But Bai Qi seemed completely oblivious. His hand rested on the long sword at his waist, and his calm eyes suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light. It was the murderous aura that had been tempered by millions of battles, more terrifying than the combined resentment of 400,000 soul soldiers!

"You all hate me."

"You all resent me."

"Do you dare kill me?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the gale and killing intent, clearly reaching the ears of every soul soldier. It was both a question and a blatant provocation, filled with absolute confidence that "you are all my defeated opponents."

Bai Qi whirled around, his black armor billowing, his gaze sharp as a blade as he swept over the 400,000 soul soldiers: "I am acting on the orders of Lord Judge, and from this day forward I shall be your commander! Anyone who disagrees may come forward and kill me now!"

He stood there all alone in the center of the camp, neither dodging nor avoiding, his aura of killing intent contained yet more intimidating than any defense.

Four hundred thousand soul soldiers stood frozen in place, their killing intent and resentment reaching the heavens, yet no one dared to move. The camp fell into a deathly silence, the atmosphere tense and even the wind seemed to have stopped.

The invisible resentment that filled the air was dispelled by a majestic aura of killing intent.

Seeing this, Zhong Jiu quietly dissipated the lightning around him and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems I was worrying for nothing.

"Since no one dares to make a move."

Bai Qi sneered, drew his longsword, a flash of cold light, and pointed it straight to the sky. "Hurry up and pay your respects to this general!"

One second, two seconds... After a full twenty seconds of deathly silence, the 400,000 soul soldiers knelt down on one knee in unison, the sound of their armor colliding into a deafening roar that shook the earth.

"Greetings, General!"

The sound waves soared into the sky, instantly subsiding the previously overwhelming killing intent and forcibly suppressing the raging resentment.

The Soul Soldiers stood tall, their eyes still bloodshot, but they had gained a more disciplined air, finally resembling an elite force.

"As expected of Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi," Zhong Jiu thought to himself in admiration.

Upon closer reflection, Bai Qi was a ruthless man who could massacre 400,000 Zhao soldiers back then, so suppressing this group of soul soldiers was naturally a piece of cake for him.

These soul soldiers may harbor resentment, but they will never disobey. Faced with absolute killing pressure, defeated generals have no choice but to submit.

At dawn the following day, 400,000 soul soldiers, led by Bai Qi, set off to sweep away the demons and monsters of Nanling Province.

In just three days, the name of the God of Slaughter once again shook the land of Nanling. Countless evil demons and ghosts were slain by his sword, and many more were so frightened that they fled Nanling Province overnight, fearing that Bai Qi would target them.

For a time, Nanling Province became a forbidden land that demons and ghosts avoided at all costs, and the authority of the underworld was initially established.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhong Jiu summoned the Day and Night Patrol Gods and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure that the Giant Evil Demon King and the Thousand-Eyed Demon King fled to those two places respectively?"

The day and night guardian spirits nodded in unison, bowing and saying, "Your Excellency, it is absolutely true! The Great Evil Demon King has fled into Mengjiang, while the Thousand-Eyed Demon has escaped to the forbidden land of demonic traces in the north!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhong Jiu's eyes, and a calculating smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Alright, it's time to close the net."

He deliberately let the two kings go not out of kindness, but to use these two stray dogs as a guide.

The two kings are not enough to establish authority; the forces they have allied themselves with are the true big shots in the demon and ghost realms of Nanling Province, and also the targets that Zhong Jiu wants to control.

When the Giant Evil Demon King plunged into Mengjiang, the Day-Roaming God reported that a Mengjiang Dragon Lord was hiding deep within Mengjiang. He was a green python that had transformed into a dragon, and he had occupied Mengjiang, opened up a water palace, recruited a naval army, and made the entire Mengjiang River his own territory.

This dragon lord committed many evils during his time as a snake demon, but after transforming into a dragon, he restrained his nature, focused on cultivation and expanding his army, and acted with extreme discretion.

In the hearts of the demons of Nanling Province, he was undoubtedly the strongest demon, which explains why the Giant Evil Demon King was so desperate to seek refuge with him.

Or perhaps in the subconscious of the Great Evil Demon King, only Meng Jianglongjun could save his life.

On this day, a figure in blue walked on the waves of the Mengjiang River; it was Zhong Jiu who had sent the Inspectorate Officer.

Dressed in the robes of an underworld official, he stood on the river, slowly unfurling the document in his hand, and proclaimed loudly: "The Great Demon King has committed an unspeakable crime! I am a clerk in the Inspectorate of the City God's Palace in Xingsha City, and I have come here on the orders of the Judge to arrest him. I beg the Dragon Lord to grant me this favor and hand over the culprit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood with his hands at his sides, his expression calm and showing no sign of anxiety.

This trip was originally a test. Zhong Jiu wanted to see whether Meng Jianglongjun would submit to the underworld or protect the Giant Evil Demon King.

If the Dragon King hands over the person, it means he openly acknowledges the laws of the underworld, which can temporarily appease him; if he refuses to hand over the person to save face, then he has ulterior motives, and Zhong Jiu can then take action to eliminate him with a legitimate reason.

This is a blatant conspiracy to force the demon leader of Nanling Province to make a statement.

After a stalemate lasting more than ten minutes, a huge wave suddenly surged up on the surface of the Mengjiang River. Bubbling water surged up from the bottom of the river, and two shrimp soldiers and crab generals, each taller than a person, broke out of the water. Their shrimp whiskers stood on end, and their crab claws gleamed coldly, exuding a fierce aura.

The shrimp soldier spoke, his voice sharp as pebbles rubbing together: "The Dragon Lord has decreed: the Giant Evil Demon King has submitted to my Mengjiang Water Palace, and will be strictly disciplined in the future. Could you please give the Dragon Lord some face and spare him this time?"

The Inspector of the Censorate shook his head and said with a faint smile, "The Underworld has its own laws. The Great Demon King has slaughtered living beings and rebelled against his superiors. His crimes are unforgivable. I urge the Dragon Lord to hand over the man quickly and not make things difficult for me."

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals exchanged glances, all looking troubled: "Please wait a moment, sir, while we go and inform them."

After saying that, he plunged back into the river.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals surfaced carrying a clam shell the size of a millstone. They threw it heavily onto the shore, the shell landing with a dull thud: "The Giant Evil Demon King is inside. Take him away!"

Gong Cao glanced at the clam shell and, sure enough, sensed the aura of the Giant Evil Demon King imprisoned inside.

This thing was sealed tightly, unable to see or speak. The once arrogant demon king had fallen to such a tragic and laughable state.

"Thank you for your understanding, Lord Dragon." The official bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"You're too kind, sir."

The crab general said in a gruff voice, "Please convey a message to the judge: Our Mengjiang Water Palace lineage is dedicated to cultivation and has no desire to antagonize the Underworld. However, please understand that we are not cowards. If anyone dares to provoke Mengjiang, we will fight back to the very end!"

I will certainly convey these words.

Gong Cao shouldered the clam shell and rode away on the waves.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals watched his retreating figure until it disappeared from sight before sinking back to the bottom of the river.

Inside the City God's Palace.

Zhong Jiu didn't even glance at the giant evil demon king inside the clam shell, his tone indifferent: "Just a tool demon for guiding the way, not worth mentioning. Put him in the prison for now!"

What he really cared about was Meng Jianglongjun's attitude. The fact that the strongest demon race member had chosen to compromise meant that the demon race couldn't cause any trouble for the time being.

Of course, this is only temporary. We still need to observe what the Dragon Lord's hidden intentions are.

I casually wrote a document.