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

The sixth line stopped.

The afterimage shattered into countless points of light, sinking deep into the blade of the Taihuang Black Blade and disappearing completely.

The blade has returned to its normal black color.

Five background patterns lit up simultaneously, while the sixth pattern was stuck halfway through, its light slowly fading at the end.

Zhou Ran gripped the knife hilt, his ten fingers turning white.

Don't believe her.

Which "she"?

Moon Emperor?

Lin Qingxue?

Bloodlust?

Illusory sound?

Nine Netherworlds?

Ye Futian's afterimage chose to emerge at this juncture when the Taihuang Black Blade's patterns were reborn, uttering these three words. Who was he trying to warn?

The door to the side hall was pushed open three inches.

Qin San poked half his head in, his face full of excitement, but froze when he saw Zhou Ran's expression.

"My lord?"

Zhou Ran lifted the Taihuang Black Blade from his knees.

The five lines of light shone steadily in his palm, and the aftershocks of the blade's hum still echoed on the stone wall.

"fine."

He wiped the sweat from his hands, which had been gripping the knife handle, on his trouser leg.

"Call the Underworld Granary here."

The third clause of the secret edict on the bone fragments, the prerequisite for the second use of the bone pen, requires me to verify something.

Qin San accepted the order and left.

Zhou Ran sat alone in the side hall.

The Taihuang Black Blade lay across his knees, its five radiant patterns casting his shadow on the stone wall, stretching it into a long, narrow silhouette.

He glanced down at his left wrist.

The gray lines on the return path are dancing.

The silver line next to it was also jumping.

The two lines pulsated in sync, with a frequency matching that of a heartbeat.

The third stroke of the ancient symbol has taken shape. The three radicals, along with the previous two, are almost forming a complete character.

Lin Qingxue brings a sum of money from Blue Star every day.

The Imperial Court's cleaning team is getting one step closer to Earth every day.

The countdown has ended in 30 days, with 27 days remaining.

Ye Futian left a three-word warning in the blade.

Don't believe her.

Zhou Ran pulled down her sleeves, covering all the lines on her wrists.

He stood up, gripping the Taihuang Black Blade.

The ethereal body cast a thin but straight shadow in the radiance of the five background patterns.

His fingers pressed on the hilt of the knife, and then pressed on the spot where the Gu shell was clipped to his waist.

Less than half an hour after Zhou Ran pulled down his sleeves, the cold white light from the repaired layer of the dome crack changed color.

Three black-gold beams of light simultaneously pierced through the three thinnest cracks in the mending layer, their sound piercing the sky no different from an iron wedge driven into frozen stone.

Qin San received the signal immediately at the end of the corridor.

The patterns induced by the Domain Heart Pill shone from his left rib to his right shoulder, and the sound of the Great Desolate Black Blade being drawn shattered the last bit of silence in the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace.

"My lord!"

Zhou Ran was already standing at the entrance of the main hall.

Holding the Taihuang Black Blade in his hand, its five patterns shone brightly, casting a pale light on his translucent face.

He didn't look at the sky, but first flipped through the military register.

On the last page of the military register, the record of receiving the Bloodstained Collarbone God's Blood Mark is going mad.

The dark golden waves changed from smooth to jagged, with each peak crushing against the regularity outside the dome.

Ming Cang peeked half his face out from behind the military register.

Before the ink on his face was even wiped off, his throat was already hoarse.

"Your Majesty, the signal code is different from the Emperor's son's; it's two and a half levels lower, but the quantity is three!"

When the three black-gold beams pierced through the six layers of celestial canopy, three bowl-sized holes were torn in the sealing layer. The ends of the beams solidified three hundred feet above the Nine Nether City.

Three figures.

The black and gold armor covered him from head to toe, but he had no face and no expression.

A vertical stripe was embedded in the helmet, within which flowed the cold white light of the Imperial Court's rules.

The armor's surface was covered with simplified versions of the Emperor's Prince's patterns, with a density only 30% of that of the Emperor's Prince's own body, and each pattern vibrated with a buzzing sound.

The pinnacle of fusion.

Three peak-level Rule Warriors, arranged in a triangular formation, hung above the Nine Nether City.

Imperial weapons.

The Imperial Court authorized the unit responsible for mass forging after the Emperor's son was reinstated.

They don't eat, they don't sleep, they're not afraid of death, and they don't hesitate. They move forward when they receive orders, and they crush any obstacles they encounter.

The Nine Netherworlds' Death Qi Array was activated first.

Her magic activated the death energy vein three zhang deep beneath the city wall's foundation, and dark streams of energy spewed out from the cracks in the floor tiles, forming three layers of death energy barriers around the Nine Nether City.

The barrier grew thicker with each layer from the outside in. The first layer was as thin as a cicada's wing, the second layer was as wide as a city wall, and in the very center of the third layer was the phantom of a black coffin with its mouth wide open, from which the pressure of the coffin burial law poured out.

The first imperial weapon swooped down.

The regular patterns on the armor lit up, and a layer of cold white light covered the entire body.

The Emperor Weapon's fist slammed into the first layer of death energy barrier, shattering the barrier like porcelain shards, and the death energy swirled into a sky full of black mist.

The second layer held out for two breaths, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier. The second punch from the Imperial Weapon blasted through the cracks.

The third layer of the coffin's shadow caught it.

The lid of the black coffin phantom closed towards the fist of the imperial weapon.

The wood grain fibers of the coffin wall shrieked the moment they touched the rules of the imperial court, and death energy and cold white light swirled together at the coffin opening into a turbid gray vortex.

The imperial weapon's fist was stuck in the coffin opening, unable to move forward or backward.

Jiuyou has made its move.

She stepped barefoot down the city wall, her black skirt trailing behind her, her face as white as paper.

A short blade forged from death energy materialized in her right palm; its surface was plain, matching the tone of her complexion.

The short blade slashed towards the neck of the imperial weapon.

The moment the blade touched the armor, the regular patterns on the neck of the imperial weapon automatically unfolded a honeycomb-like protective structure.

Hexagonal, regular fragments popped out from the texture, layering over the cutting path of the blade.

The Nine Netherworld's short blade sliced ​​through two layers, but the third layer became stuck.

The deathly aura was gradually evaporated by the Imperial Court's rules within the gaps of the honeycomb structure. Jiuyou's fingertips, gripping the blade hilt, turned gray; his old problem had relapsed.

The Coffin Burial Law excels at sealing and trapping. It struggles to directly confront a peak-level Imperial Armor.

The Emperor's weapon pulled its other fist out of the coffin shadow and smashed it down toward Jiu You's face.

A long spear thrust in from the side.

Crimson ancestral blood coated the spearhead, passing under the armpit of the imperial weapon, through the seam of the armor, and piercing half of the shoulder armor.

The spearhead shredded the regular patterns on the shoulder of the imperial weapon, and dark gold fragments flew out from the wound.

Bloodthirsty.

She had attacked from the Blood Sea Domain main hall at some point, her red eyes burning with almost bloodshot rage. After piercing through the Emperor Weapon shoulder armor with her spear, she didn't pull it out, but instead twisted it half a turn inward.

The gun barrel tore a fist-sized hole through the body of the Imperial Weapon.

The Emperor's weapon's right arm was severed.

The severed arm, along with half of the shoulder armor, fell from the sky, slammed against the city wall, and bounced twice.

The imperial troops did not retreat, nor did they even pause.

His left fist changed course, retracting from the Netherworld and striking towards the bloodthirsty chest.

The rule-fighting warrior feels no pain. Even if it's smashed to pieces, he'll still throw a punch.

Bloodlust gritted his teeth and took three steps back to avoid the punch. When the spear shaft was pulled out of the Emperor Weapon, it brought with it a string of dark gold fragments.

The fragments floated in the air for two breaths before starting to gather towards the broken shoulder of the imperial weapon.

The severed arm is being reassembled.