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

When Gu Ji charged over from the other side of the city wall, the second Imperial Soldier had already circled around to the entrance of the eastern supply route.

The one that fell from behind in the triangular formation didn't hit the front at all.

"Qin San!"

The boneless metal spine creaked, and the screws inside the spine spun rapidly as the imperial weapon approached, a buzzing sound spreading from the back of the neck to the entire back.

Qin San has arrived.

The fourth layer of the Taihuang Black Blade was unleashed with full force under the activation of the Domain Heart Pill.

The blade's aura traced a three-zhang-long Emperor-level dark pattern from its tip to its base, slashing towards the front of the third Emperor-level weapon.

The third Imperial Soldier raised his arms and crossed them to block.

The regular patterns on the armor all flowed to the forearms, forming a thick, regular shield on the surface of both arms.

The Taihuang Black Blade struck the shield.

Qin San was thrown back by the recoil, his back slamming against the crenellations of the city wall, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide open.

Peak of the Fusion Realm. Each of them alone is enough to take on an elite force from all four domains head-on; he couldn't withstand them all by himself.

Zhou Ran flew over from the direction of the main hall. He flipped the Taihuang Black Blade in his hand, and all five patterns on it lit up at the same time.

He didn't help Bloodlust and Nine Netherworlds, but charged directly at the third Emperor Weapon.

The Imperial Weapon turned its head, and the cold white light from the vertical stripes on its helmet locked onto Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran slashed with his sword.

The mana density driven by the Lunar Eclipse Compression Technique far exceeds the limit that should be reached in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The five basic patterns of the Taihuang Black Blade burst forth with a new burst of light under the push of compressed true essence, and the aftershocks brought about by the overclocked output of the fifth pattern lingered at the tail of the blade.

The blade cleaved down from the center of the imperial weapon's helmet, cutting along the vertical lines all the way to the chest.

The armor of the imperial weapon had a crack in the middle.

What gushed out of the crevice was not blood or internal organs, but a dense array of regular fragments.

The fragments of rules were crushed and shattered to both sides by the patterns on the Taihuang Black Blade, and the body of the Emperor Weapon was split in two from the chest to the waist.

The two halves of the armor fell from the sky, scattering fragments all over the ground.

The recoil force forced three new cracks into Zhou Ran's right arm, and the broken stubs welded by the bloodthirsty ancestral blood in his meridians caused his eyes to twitch with pain.

The fragments did not scatter.

The dark gold fragments of armor rolled a few times on the ground before suddenly stopping.

The regular patterns on the surface of each fragment have regained their luster.

The fragments moved toward each other, piecing themselves together piece by piece.

The imperial army is reorganizing itself.

The same thing happened on the Bloodlust side. She pierced half of the first Imperial Weapon's body with a single spear thrust, and the fragments pieced themselves back together on the ground.

The deathly aura short blade of the Nine Netherworlds tore the second imperial weapon to shreds inside the coffin shadow. After the coffin shadow dissipated, the fragments shook in the ashes at the bottom of the coffin and then reassembled.

Ming Cang squatted behind the city wall, a mouthful of bloody saliva stuck in his throat, unable to swallow.

"They can't be killed?"

Zhou Ran was panting heavily, leaning on the ground with the Taihuang Black Blade.

He stared at the assembled fragments, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

The process of piecing together the fragments of the Imperial Weapon stopped when it was halfway complete.

The remains of the three imperial weapons could not be pieced back together into human form. All the fragments detached from the bodies automatically and spread out on the ground outside the north gate of Nine Nether City, where they were pressed onto the stone slab by an unseen hand.

The shape formed by the arrangement of the fragments is a character.

Dark gold armor fragments pieced together two lines of cold white text on the stone slab, with the Imperial Court's rule patterns dancing faintly above the characters.

Mingcang crawled over and took a look, then collapsed onto the ground from a squatting position.

"The vanguard has confirmed the resistance level."

Thirty-six Imperial Soldiers from the regular army will arrive in eighteen days.

Commander, the third clone of the Imperial Prince.

Thirty-six.

Every peak of fusion.

Add an imperial prince secondary body.

Zhou Ran tightened his grip on the Taihuang Black Blade, his fingers turning white as the white spread from his tiger's mouth to his wrist.

Eighteen days.

The words pieced together from the fragments shone on the stone slab for the time it takes to burn half an incense stick before fading away.

The dark gold fragments turned into powder, which was swept into the direction of the crack in the dome by the hazy night wind of the Sixth Heaven.

Mingcang squatted next to the powder, trying to pick at it with a pen handle for a long time, but couldn't find any residue.

"Before the armor plates of the Imperial Weapon dissipated, I detected something."

Ming Cang pulled up a waveform record from the causal detection array page of the military register, his face as white as a stone slab.

"There is trace amount of imperial blood residue in the armor plate."

It was probably the base liquid injected when the imperial prince forged the imperial weapon.

He flipped to the second half of the waveform record and placed his fingertip on a curve that showed a sudden change.

"The blade automatically absorbed the imperial blood from the fragments."

Zhou Ran glanced down at the Taihuang Black Blade.

The five background lines were slightly brighter than before the battle.

The heat emanating from the depths of the blade was slightly greater than before, evenly distributed at the base of each groove.

The concentration of imperial blood in imperial weapons is far less than that in the emperor's body. Little by little, the trace amounts of imperial blood from the three imperial weapons combined are enough for the base pattern to take a small bite.

The sixth pattern is stuck halfway through; what it lacks is imperial blood.

Zhou Ran went over this information in his mind twice. He tapped his knuckles three times on the leather wrapping of the knife hilt, the rhythm neither too fast nor too slow.

"Qin San".

"Your subordinate is here."

"The Imperial Army's reconnaissance units won't just send one batch. The vanguard of three is a probe, and there will definitely be small groups patrolling along the Sixth Heaven's boundary line to mark the attack route for the main force."

Qin San's fingers tightened and loosened as he gripped the knife.

"What does the Lord mean?"

"I'm not going to guard it anymore."

Go outside and fight.

Mingcang's pen fell out of his mouth and bounced twice on the cover of the military register.

"Emperor, that's an Emperor Weapon at the peak of the Integration Realm..."

"I know."

Zhou Ran lifted the Taihuang Black Blade from the ground, the light of the five background patterns reflected on his translucent face, making his cheekbone lines particularly hard.

That's why we have to go out and fight.

Kill an Emperor-level weapon, and the Primordial Black Blade will consume a mouthful of Emperor-level blood.

"Kill enough, and the sixth pattern will come to life."

He glanced sideways at Bloodlust.

Bloodlust stood on the crenellations of the city wall, carrying a long spear. The fighting spirit in his red eyes had not diminished since his battle with the imperial weapon.

The dark gold imperial blood mark on her collarbone pulsed rapidly, and fragments of the imperial court's signal were surging out from the mark. Her right hand unconsciously pressed against her collarbone, and her lips were tightly pursed.

"What did the mark receive?"

Bloodlust closed his eyes, his red pupils darting around under his eyelids before opening them a few breaths later.

"Four directions. The Imperial Army squad infiltrated from the four gaps in the border of the Sixth Heaven, from the southeast to the northwest."

Each team consists of two to three people, for a total of twelve.

Twelve peak-level combined imperial weapons infiltrated in four separate routes.

Zhou Ran turned to the page with the complete map of the earth veins in the military register and drew a circle over each of the four gaps.

"I, the Emperor, will personally lead the team to conquer the eastern front."

Qin San led Gu Ji and fifty elite soldiers from the Blood Sea to block the southern front.

The northern and western routes..."

He looked at Jiuyou.

Jiuyou stood barefoot in the shadow of the city wall, his face as white as paper, the black lines between his brows flickering.

The phantom of the black coffin shrank behind her. The coffin lid had cracked twice when it blocked the imperial weapon, and it was slowly healing itself.

"The northern route will be taken by the main body."

Jiuyou's voice was as faint as wall dust.

"Let Huanyin go to the western front. Her formless illusion magic is more effective than death energy in the wilderness."

Zhou Ran nodded.

They set off that night.