Starting with SSS-rank talent, I contracted the Forbidden Ferocity.

The Holy Son of Blood River has arrived.

He stood at the edge of the execution platform, wearing a dark red royal robe.

Blood clouds rolled behind him.

Beneath their feet was a slowly flowing, phantom-like river of blood.

The Mingwang War has not yet officially begun.

But just by standing there, the atmosphere of the entire Demon Suppression Pass became heavy.

On the city wall, Qin Wuji narrowed his eyes.

"What's he doing here now?"

Li Xuance looked at the blood-red clouds in the distance.

"Pressure."

Chu Jinglan said:

"It's also a test."

Meng Qianqiu sneered.

"They're trying to unsettle Shen Ye before the fight even starts."

Wei Cang stood at the very front of the city wall, the Demon Suppression Army Seal hanging in his palm.

His eyes were cold.

"The Night-Slaying Platform is not open; he cannot enter."

"We can't go in either."

Zhou Xuandao:

"But his voice can be transmitted."

The voice just fell.

From the direction of the Night-Slaying Platform, the Blood River Saint Son slowly raised his head.

His gaze swept across three hundred miles of desolate land and landed precisely on the city wall of Zhenmo Pass.

It landed on Shen Ye.

"The Night King"

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

"I heard you're looking for a dead man."

A chill suddenly ran through the air atop the city wall.

Lu Qingshan took half a step forward.

Wei Cang raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't move."

Lu Qingshan remained silent.

But the killing intent emanating from him had already caused the array patterns beneath the city wall to light up inch by inch.

Shen Ye looked at the Blood River Saint.

no answer.

Blood River Saint Son chuckled.

"The top-ranked king in the Eastern Xia Dynasty's list of conferring titles ten years ago."

Lu Chenzhou.

"You humans really like to erect tombstones for the dead."

"Unfortunately, he didn't even have a tombstone."

boom!

On the city wall, the eyes of the Demon Suppression Army soldiers instantly turned red.

The name Lu Chenzhou is not an ordinary name on the Eastern Xia front.

That was a prodigy who had overshadowed all other races ten years ago.

It's also a debt that Zhenmo Pass owes us.

Blood River Saint Son raised his hand.

The Blood River Burial Map slowly unfolded behind him.

The blood map is not large.

It seemed to contain an entire blood-red world.

Nine corpses knelt on either side of the river of blood.

Deepest inside, the tenth figure had its limbs pierced by chains of blood, and its head hung low.

Damaged armor.

Cracks and bloodstains.

There was also the human military insignia on his chest, which was blurred but still recognizable.

Lu Qingshan's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Zhou Xuan's eyes were icy cold.

"He did it on purpose."

Qin Wuji gritted his teeth.

"I know."

"But I still want to kill him."

The Blood River Saint Son's smile deepened as he observed the reactions of the crowd atop the city walls.

Lu Chenzhou.

He tapped the blood map gently.

"look up."

Deep within the Blood Map, the corpse of the Tenth King remained motionless.

Blood River Saint's eyes turned colder.

The crimson chains tightened suddenly.

Click.

The sound of bones grinding together came from the blood diagram.

The head of the tenth king's corpse was forcibly lifted up.

The face was pale and thin, with sunken eyes.

The outline remains.

Lu Qingshan closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of weakness in them.

Only murderous intent.

Blood River Saint Son said calmly:

"Lu Chenzhou, your father is watching you."

The tenth king's eyelids twitched slightly.

It's very light.

So light it's almost invisible.

But Shen Ye saw it.

Jie Chen also saw it.

A wisp of gray-white lightning flashed in the Heavenly Punishment Eye.

Shen Ye raised his hand and pressed down on Jie Chen's head.

"Don't rush."

Blood River Saint Son looked at Shen Ye.

"The Night King"

"If you admit defeat now, I can return him to Dongxia."

The city walls were deathly silent.

Wei Cang said coldly:

"Do you even believe what vampires say?"

Blood River Saint did not look at Wei Cang.

His gaze remained fixed on Shen Ye.

"I'm not talking to you."

"I was speaking with the new king of Dongxia."

Shen Ye finally spoke.

"How will you repay it?"

Blood River Saint Son smiled.

"It's very simple."

"You shall be executed in the Night Palace."

"Do not resist."

"Let me take your royal blood and open the Blood Gate."

"I'm returning Lu Chenzhou's remnant soul to them."

Lu Qingshan's aura suddenly erupted.

The entire city wall trembled.

Wei Cang pressed down heavily with his palm.

"Green Mountain!"

Lu Qingshan stared intently at the Blood River Saint.

"A junior vampire."

"If you are still alive after the King's War, I will personally see you off."

Blood River Saint Son smiled gently.

"Commander Lu, if you can enter the Night Execution Platform, you can come now."

Lu Qingshan clenched his fist.

The rules of the ancient battle monument are in effect.

The seventh-tier cannot intervene.

This is the most disgusting aspect of the War of Ten Thousand Races.

Even though he clearly saw the other party holding a knife to the remnant soul of his loved one, he couldn't intervene.

Shen Ye suddenly said:

"You're very scared."

The Blood River Saint's smile paused slightly.

Shen Ye looked at him.

"You came ahead of time."

"Pre-emptive bleeding diagram".

"Using Lu Chenzhou ahead of time is disturbing my peace of mind."

"This shows you're afraid you won't have a chance to say these things when you go on stage in three days."

On the city wall, Qin Wuji's lips curled into a smile.

"They're here."

Meng Qianqiu smiled too.

"Shen Ye's mouth is sometimes more reliable than a sword."

Blood River Saint's gaze softened.

"The Night King"

"You really think you've got this in the bag?"

Shen Ye said:

"Otherwise, why don't you wait until the war starts?"

The blood river behind the Blood River Saint Son surged.

The nine corpses simultaneously looked up.

A terrifying killing intent pressed down from across three hundred miles of desolate wilderness.

Above the Demon Suppression Pass, defensive array patterns lit up layer by layer.

Shen Ye stepped onto the battlements.

Night Feather landed on his shoulder.

Zhu Jiuzang entered the shadow.

Long Yuan stood behind him.

The Heavenly Punishment Eyes on Jie Chen's forehead were half-open.

He looked at the Blood River Saint.

"The more you show now..."

"The faster you die."

Blood River Saint Son narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah?"

He raised his hand and waved.

In the Blood River Burial Picture, the first corpse slowly stood up.

That was a prodigy among the human race, wielding a knife.

He was tall and had a broken line between his eyebrows.

Zhou Xuan's face darkened.

"Chen Beiwang".

"Seven years ago, he was ranked nineteenth on the list of those who were granted the title of king."

"Died at the hands of the Blood River Holy Son."

The second corpse figure stood up.

Carrying a sword.

Green robe.

The sword bone is exposed.

Li Xuance's pupils contracted slightly.

"Zhao Hanchuan".

"The previous generation's chief swordsman of Qingzhou Sword Academy."

The third corpse figure stood up.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

One body after another.

With each figure rise from the city wall, the atmosphere on the wall grows heavier.

These are not ordinary corpses.

They were once the pride of the human race.

It has a name.

They have a track record.

There was a path we should have continued on.

Now, they have all become shadowy corpses in the Blood River Burial Map.

Blood River Saint Son said calmly:

"The Night King"

"Each of them was once as confident as you."

"In the end, they all knelt down in my picture."

Shen Ye looked at the shadowy corpses.

His eyes remained expressionless.

"They're not kneeling before you."

"It's locked by you."

Blood River Saint Son smiled.

Is there a difference?

Shen Ye said:

"have."

He raised his hand, and a black and gold short sword materialized in his palm.

"I will cut the lock."

"I'll kill you again."

The smile in the Blood River Saint's eyes finally faded.

Blood-red clouds rolled in.

Above the Night-Slaying Platform, the phantom image of the ancient war monument slowly emerged.

Seemingly sensing the killing intent between the two sides, a blood-red countdown began to appear on the stone tablet.

[Countdown to the War of All Races.]

[Remaining time: 11 PM today.]

Blood River Saint Son glanced at the countdown.

"One more day."

"Night King, you'd better not die in the very first breath."

Shen Ye sheathed his short sword.

"You'd better be able to withstand the third sword."

The Blood River Saint Son remained silent.

He turned and walked into the blood cloud.

The Blood River Burial Map slowly closed.

Just before the blood map closed, Shen Ye suddenly saw the tenth king's corpse's finger twitch again.

It's not a random twitching.

Instead, he was writing.

One stroke.

One stroke.

Extremely slow.

Yet it is clear.

Shen Ye's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Heavenly Punishment Eyes on Jie Chen's forehead lit up.

The gray-white lightning illuminated the past.

The tenth king's corpse wrote two words on the bottom of the blood river with its fingertip.

Left.

three.

Shen Ye remained expressionless.

The blood map has completely closed up.

The figure of the Blood River Saint disappeared into the depths of the blood clouds.

On the city wall, everyone remained silent.

Wei Cang looked at Shen Ye.

"What did you see?"

Shen Ye said:

"Lu Chenzhou conveyed two words."

Lu Qingshan suddenly looked up.

"What?"

Shen Ye looked towards the Execution Platform.

"Third from the left."

Zhou Xuan frowned.

"Third from the left?"

Li Xuance reacted the fastest.

"Where are the nine corpses located?"

Chu Jinglan said in a deep voice:

"Is the third corpse on the left the core of the formation?"

Meng Qianqiu said:

"It could also be a trap."

Shen Ye shook his head.

"It's not a trap."

"The blood chain tightened as he wrote."

"The Blood River Saint Son was not found."

Lu Qingshan's voice was strained.

"Is he still conscious?"

Shen Ye said:

"Wake up."

"But not many."

Lu Qingshan closed his eyes and after a long while said:

That's enough.

Wei Cang immediately turned around.

"Intelligence Department, copy down the positions of all nine corpses from just now."

"The third body on the left, investigate it thoroughly."

Zhou Xuan nodded.

"I'll go."

Qin Wuji looked at Shen Ye.

"What are you going to do next?"

Shen Ye said:

"Practice the left three times."

He turned and walked down from the city wall.

"Only one day left."

"The Blood River Saint has already presented the first weakness."

Night fell.

The underground martial arts training hall of Zhenmo Pass lit up again.

The Blood Mirror Array reopened.

Nine corpses reappeared.

Shen Ye stood in the center of the formation, his gaze not on the first corpse, nor on the location of the tenth king's corpse.

His gaze fell on the third corpse on the left.

It was a figure clad in tattered black armor.

Head down.

My hands are empty.

There is no knife.

There was no sword.

There was no obvious breath.

But when Shen Ye stared at it...

The half of the life tablet in the black box suddenly trembled slightly.

next moment.

The three corpses on the left slowly raised their heads.

He revealed a face that no one expected.