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

Zhao Shijiang sat upright in the last seat on the side, his hands neatly placed on his knees, looking exactly like a lackey who felt respectable even while carrying someone else's shoes.

He fought desperately against the sea of ​​spider lilies in the spinal canal.

Deep within the void, he was being chased and bitten by gray-eyed hunters.

He fell off the cliff into the Land of No Return, breaking three bones and shattering half his armor. He nearly rotted into a lump of mud in the garbage heap.

These people.

We'd trade the lives of 30 million people on Earth for this place of drinking and eating.

Zhou Ran pursed her lips slightly.

The fruit in Zhao Tao's mouth finally fell to the ground.

He stared at Zhou Ran at the city gate, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The juice was still on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

"How come you're still alive?"

Zhao Tao's voice was weak.

Zhou Ran didn't look at him.

Yama, the King of Hell, stood before the black stone chair, his two eyes behind the dark iron mask fixed on Zhou Ran's chest.

Six gray lines, plus a ring of purple-gold law patterns that only Nascent Soul cultivators possess.

His aura as a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator rippled slightly.

Du Ziren's afterimage of the Divine Transformation Dharma form turned its head to the side.

The illusory figure formed by the towering ghostly energy tightened by half a circle the moment it detected Zhou Ran's nascent soul aura.

The High Priest of the Black River tribe narrowed his eyes to slits, and the nine silver breath patterns on his chest simultaneously emitted a faint glow.

The Black River warriors around the banquet all gripped their weapons at their waists.

The square fell silent for three breaths.

Zhou Ran spoke up.

"I thought of something when I almost fell to my death down there."

He took a step toward the head table.

The scaled creature crushed a fragment of bone stone with a crisp crunch.

Why didn't Yama, the King of Hell, rush to find the Heart Gate after entering the Heavenly Corpse?

Another step.

"The answer is right here."

He scanned the various factions at the banquet.

"None of you can open your hearts, so start by getting to know the locals."

They used rebel resources, Western undead technology, and the lives of 30 million people as bargaining chips to exchange for the protection and intelligence of the upper tribes.

Wait for the keys to be delivered to your door.

Zhou Ran's voice was not loud.

But everyone in the square could hear it.

"The key has arrived."

You all surround them and slaughter them.

Half of Yama's chin was visible beneath his mask, curving upwards.

"You're quite clever."

Unfortunately, the smartest people die the fastest.

The high priest stood up, supporting himself on the table with one hand.

All nine silver energy patterns were activated, and the array patterns on the plaza ground lit up one by one.

The killing formation has been activated.

On the ten-zhang-high bone stone city wall, the Black River warriors on the top of the wall raised their bone crossbows in unison.

The tips of the crossbow bolts gleamed with a gray light; they were arrows formed from the laws of the illusory realm.

Du Ziren's afterimage moved three zhang horizontally, blocking the direction of the city gate.

The aura of the City King's Nascent Soul was gradually released from his body, locking down the east side of the plaza.

Yama, the King of Hell, did not move.

He sat in the chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

"Take him down, alive."

As long as those six gray lines on his chest don't break, it's fine.

Zhao Tao emerged from behind Yama, forming a punishment rune with one hand.

Zhou Ran!

Kneeling down might still—"

Zhou Ran raised his hand.

"Sew your mouth shut."

The idealistic law is pushed out.

Zhao Tao closed his mouth.

It wasn't voluntary; the rules directly suppressed the mandible.

Then, stitch by stitch, they sewed his mouth shut, making it completely airtight.

He clutched his face with both hands, his eyes wide open, and muffled whimpering sounds came from his throat.

The atmosphere in the square instantly changed.

The high priest's eyes narrowed.

A Nascent Soul cultivator can use rules to silence a judge from afar?

For the first time, he seriously looked Zhou Ran over.

Zhou Ran flipped his palm over.

The deep blue token, pulled from the Bone Cutter's body, hovered on his fingertip.

"Something with a bone structure—"

The high priest recognized the token, and his silver aura surged.

"You killed Bone Slayer?!"

"Not only did they kill him."

Zhou Ran took the token back.

"I even removed the Black River Law imprint from his body."

The high priest's dough twitched.

Yama, the King of Hell, sat up straight.

The air in the entire square smelled different.

Zhou Ran knew that these people wouldn't let him leave peacefully.

But Zhou Ran also knew that he didn't need to go out.

"Didn't you want the key?"

Zhou Ran spoke.

Everyone was staring at him.

"The key is with me."

You can't take me if you kill me.

The gray marks were branded onto the nascent soul.

When I die, the gray patterns will dissipate.

These words struck the table with a force far greater than the shattering of the city gate.

The high priest's hand froze in mid-air.

The finger that Yama was tapping on the armrest stopped.

Zhou Ran forced out a short laugh.

"So you only have two options today."

"First, make way."

"Secondly, watch me self-destruct in front of you all, then we'll all just wait to die."

The square fell silent for a couple of breaths.

The high priest was the first to speak.

You're bluffing—

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhou Ran placed his right hand on his chest, and the Purple-Gold Law spread from his palm to the gray lines.

Six gray lines lit up half of the layer at the same time.

A muffled tremor came from deep within the heart of the Heavenly Corpse.

Three cracks appeared in the ground.

The high priest shut up.

This kid is really daring to commit suicide.

Yama, the King of Hell, slowly stood up.

For the first time, the two eyes behind the mask revealed a genuine look of fear.

"Zhou Ran."

He kept his voice very low.

You don't dare.

You still have people outside.

"you're right."

Zhou Ran loosened his grip, and the gray lines faded.

The ground shaking stopped.

"But can you afford to gamble?"

Zhou Ran said jokingly.

Yama, the King of Hell, did not answer.

Everyone in the square was looking at him.

Everyone is waiting for someone to make the first move.

Zhou Ran took another step forward.

Du Ziren's afterimage retreated an inch.

That slight concession was seen by everyone.

Zhou Ran smiled.

"I want to go to the heart gate from here."

Anyone who tries to stop me will die before me.

Whoever lets you pass, I'll owe you one from now on.

He looked at the high priest.

"High Priest of the Black River Tribe".

Your headhunter died at my hands, and twelve Black River warriors were turned into rotten flesh by the Grey-Eyed Hunters they raised themselves.

If you want revenge, you can do it now.

If you want to live, tell me how to get to the door of your heart.

The high priest's silver aura pattern alternated between light and dark.

Zhou Ran turned to Yama, the King of Hell, without waiting for his reply.

"King Yama. You..."

Sitting here waiting for the key to arrive means you can't find your way to your own heart.

You can't get in without me.

The breathing behind the Yama mask became heavier.

Zhou Ran finally looked at Du Ziren's portrait.

"Ghost Emperor.

Outside, Meng Po shaved off a corner of your Dharma image, and now only a shadow remains to maintain the facade.

If it really comes down to a fight, you won't even be able to use half of your peak strength.

Du Ziren's afterimage flickered slightly.

Three forces.

Three lifelines.

He was grabbed by the hand of someone who had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and laid out in front of them.

Zhou Ran withdrew his hand and walked deeper into the square, his scales rustling.