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

The emperor's son finally reacted.

The head formed from the black and gold mist turned its head, its vertical pupils scrutinizing Zhou Ran.

Qin San gripped the black knife tightly and roared at Ming Cang.

"Joint bombardment! Quickly!"

Ming Cang gripped the Unified Army Register tightly with his ten fingers.

Hundreds of thousands of military registers were displayed.

The earth veins of the four regions gathered the power of these military souls into a torrent, which rushed straight towards the location of the Emperor's son along the military register.

The combined force of hundreds of thousands of people pressed down on them.

The energy gathered into a beam of light hundreds of feet thick, which shot straight up towards the emperor's son's heart.

As the beam of light traveled through, the airflow solidified along its path, and all the rubble on the ground was swept into the outer layer.

The emperor's son spat out a mouthful of white silk.

An extremely ordinary exhale.

The white ribbon transformed into black and gold ripples that spread outwards.

The beam of light was immediately blocked upon hitting the ripples and turned back.

The combined power of hundreds of thousands of soldiers counterattacked along the route they had come from, and their momentum was even stronger than before.

The unified army's register emitted a piercing, strange sound.

The force of the recoil caused Mingcang's hands to be thrown off the book, and his body was thrown three zhang away.

Qin Sanfei lunged forward to cover the military register.

The recoil struck his back, breaking three ribs.

Qin San knelt on one knee, his black knife plunging into the stone slab to steady himself.

He forced down most of the metallic taste in his throat, and the remaining blood trickled down his jaw.

He stared intently at the prince, his face full of resentment.

A mere martial artist at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm wouldn't even be able to protect his master in the face of this thing.

Xiao Rou stepped forward.

The eight-winged golden gu flapped its wings from its shoulder, its membranous wings spreading wide, and swooped down towards the Emperor's feet.

There, scattered were fragments of the rules governing the Emperor's son's fall to earth.

The golden gu opened its mouthparts, as if intending to devour it.

As the shell touched the fragment, Xiaorou realized that her connection with her natal Gu was being forcibly pulled apart by an external force.

The eight membranous wings of the Golden Gu shattered simultaneously.

The internal forces burst through the outer shell.

The fragments of the Emperor's rule surged into the insect's body, squeezing out seven gaps in its carapace.

The golden gu let out a miserable cry, plummeted from the sky, its membranous wings drooping, and all its barbs snapped off.

Xiao Rou caught the insect's body, her ten fingers trembling.

The Gu, a karmic connection between life and death, can destroy the insect and injure the person.

His internal organs were crushed by a blunt object, and his legs went weak, making it difficult for him to stand.

Three powerful auras suddenly exploded out.

The south side is dark red, the west side is crimson red, and the north side is pitch black.

Huan Yin mobilized the power of the formless soul to transform it into a giant sword thousands of feet long, its surface covered with soul-inspired musical characters.

Bloodlust mobilized the source of the Blood Sea, shrinking it into a blood bead the size of a fist, containing the raging flames of 300,000 military souls.

The death energy of the Nine Netherworlds gathered and condensed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall black coffin. When the coffin lid was lifted, the black mouth pointed directly at the Emperor's son.

The three peak-stage Transcending Tribulation cultivators joined forces to launch an offensive, encircling and annihilating the enemy from three sides.

The prince turned his head away.

His black and gold vertical pupils swept across the location of the three empresses.

It carried no fighting spirit or killing intent, only annoyance.

The emperor's son spoke.

"Thirty thousand years."

Words penetrate the rules and reveal themselves.

"Ye Futian's old possessions are still so restless."

It raised its left hand, fingers together, and swept horizontally in three directions.

The formless giant sword shattered instantly.

The dark red soul power shattered into pieces.

Huanyin fell backward, crashing into two walls before finally stopping.

She coughed up blood essence, and her consciousness resonated with the constant strange sounds of her soul imprint.

The blood droplets dimmed.

The combined strength of 300,000 soldiers was crushed and dispersed by the palm of his hand.

The bloodthirsty gunman's hand was ripped open, and the meridians in his right arm were severed on the spot due to the backflow of blood.

She flew back a hundred feet, her spear piercing the ground with a resounding clang, revealing cracks in the shaft.

The black coffin closed.

The coffin shadow created by Jiuyou, which was ten thousand feet long, shrank to the size of a palm due to the force, and the law of coffin burial collapsed inward.

The deathly mist formation beneath Jiuyou's feet dissipated.

His back slammed into the giant rock of the Nine Nether Well ruins, his face turned pale, and black blood spilled out.

All three peak-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivators were routed.

Another section of the patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade in Zhou Ran's hand was destroyed.

The Emperor's sweeping attack was only saved by the residual force of the Illusionary Sound Innate Note embedded in the blade.

The defense was effective, and the damage from the patterns was real.

Only two remain.

The prince lowered his left hand and locked his vertical pupils onto Zhou Ran.

"How many more times can you stand there?"

Zhou Ran gripped the black knife tightly.

His legs went weak and trembled, his meridians contracted, and sixty percent of the Demon Emperor's essence was gone.

He straightened up, the tip of the knife pointing forward.

The emperor's son did not commit any further violence, but simply stood there.

Let the patterns on the armor intertwine and flow, let the opponent collapse on their own.

Zhou Ran took off running.

The black blade unleashed its third strike.

The blade lost most of its weight, but the remaining essence of the Demon Emperor was piled onto its edge.

Golden light shot out from the blade, tearing through the barriers of space.

The emperor's son did not reach out.

The regular patterns on the armor extended outwards on their own, forming a high wall of black and gold.

The blade cleaved through the wall, erasing the second-to-last line of the pattern.

The last one.

The remaining patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade shimmered.

Zhou Ran slid away due to the force and shock, his heel scraping the ground and carving a deep groove.

He knelt on one knee, supported himself on the stone slab with his left hand, and gripped the knife handle tightly with his right hand.

The prince's gaze locked onto his target.

Just as Qin San was about to draw his sword to help, Gu Ji grabbed his arm.

"Relax! Master is still holding on!"

His head was covered in blood, and his voice was hoarse.

"You're just throwing your life away if you go forward! The Emperor isn't finished yet, so you'd better keep your life."

Zhou Ran steadied himself.

the third time.

The black blade was worn down to just a single base pattern.

His left arm was numb, his magical power was almost completely depleted, and only a little residual heat of the Demon Emperor's essence remained in his meridians.

The bloodthirsty domain lord's mark burned against his palm.

The spirit of 300,000 soldiers surged in, clinging to their last breath.

Zhou Ran did not raise the black knife, but instead reached into his sleeve with his right hand.

My fingers touched the two pieces of bone that had been pieced together.

The bone was cold and hard, with a gray halo slowly swirling around it.

The time is not right.

He had already sensed that another force, detached from the sixth heaven, was pouring down from the dome.

Pure white, bright, with a unique silvery glow reminiscent of moonlight.

Zhou Ran raised her chin.

Above the crack in the six-tiered dome, the silver moon soared into the sky.

Crimson patterns clung and intertwined to the moon's surface.

Blood-red silver moon.

A silvery glow enveloped the black and gold patterns surrounding the imperial prince.

The silver moon was born from the crack in the dome and forced to fall, its red patterns rising and falling with each breath.

Within the aperture, a figure stepped out of the air.

Barefoot on the silver road, her long hair reaching her waist, obscuring half her face.

The hem of her skirt brushed against the halo of light, rippling out layers of silver waves.

His aura far surpassed that of the emperor's son, and he appeared even more reserved.

The cold penetrated to the bone.

Moon Emperor.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Four Regions Army Formation fell silent.

This is the inherent subservience of the inferior to the superior.

The Moon Emperor and his sons are on par in rank.

The people on both sides of the battle were nothing more than dust floating between the toes of giant objects.

Qin San gripped the black knife, his wrist trembling.

He had experienced countless battles, endured the shattering of mountains, witnessed the swallowing of bones, and beheld the Emperor's son.

The shock that the Moon Emperor brought him was completely unlike anything he had ever experienced.

This person did not come here specifically to take anyone's life.

With just a passing glance, the space around it already made way for it.

The Moon Emperor's gaze was fixed on the Imperial Son, the Nameless Official.

The Moon Emperor's words, transmitted from within the Silver Moon, were spoken.

"I will allow you to kill in the Sixth Heaven."

"I have not permitted you to ruin the end of my moonlit path."

The Emperor's son's vertical pupils fixed on the Moon Emperor.

The forces of the rules on both sides clashed out of thin air.

Black gold and silver white clashed and tore at each other.

The sky was torn open with a two-colored rift.

Fragments fell one after another from both sides, striking the ground and burning craters.

Bloodlust lifted the rubble and stood up straight, pressing his left hand against the split tiger's mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the struggle in the sky.

The Moon Emperor's trip was not specifically to provide assistance.

The entire Moon Path ends in the Sixth Heaven; if the Emperor's Son were to erase the coordinates of Blue Star, the Moon Path would be rendered useless.