They're here to confront us?

Gazing at the towering figure at the entrance, whose aura was bold without a trace of fear or timidity, everyone in the Youming Royal Mansion felt a shiver in their hearts at the same moment.

What could make a junior at the Dao-Entering Realm so audacious?

Could it be that the Shenxiao Sect is truly willing to wage war against Divine Sorrow Ridge for the sake of a direct disciple?

A deep, thunderous CHUCKLE, filled with immense majesty and indignation, suddenly echoed in the ears of everyone in the city.

"Very good, very good, the Shenxiao Sect is indeed impressive. A mere junior of the Dao-Entering Realm dares to clamor before me. Has the Shenxiao Sect spent all these years training only their courage?"

Seated upon the throne, King Yintian did not physically move, but an extreme, terrifying pressure immediately bore down on the handsome Daoist standing at the entrance.

CRACK—

The ground beneath his feet cracked and shattered layer by layer.

In an instant, it felt as if several mountains pressed down on his shoulders. Countless aggrieved spirits and Fierce Ghosts desperately clung to the handsome Daoist's ankles, attempting to drag him into the boundless, terrifying Ghost Fiend, leaving him unable to live or die.

"Father, kill him!"

As thunderous sounds trembled, Ge Ping, who had been about to bow in salute, suddenly froze. Small sparks of electricity burst forth from within him as he tried to break through the seal on his body.

The ritual, about to be completed, was interrupted. Xia Houlian was enraged. Her blood-red lips pursed tightly as she shrieked.

Did this child truly come to throw himself into the flames?

Having cultivated to become a Dao Body Realm Leader and one of the Eight Great Country Lords of Divine Sorrow Ridge, King Yintian was naturally a deeply cunning and experienced individual.

Did a junior disciple of the Shenxiao Sect truly dare to come here alone? Is the Shenxiao Sect's shadow behind this?

Without immediately taking action, King Yintian quickly mobilized the formations set up within Dead Spirit City and searched throughout the entire Yin Tian Nation. He even used a Secret Technique to send sound transmissions to a few familiar Kings, inquiring if there was anything unusual around Divine Sorrow Ridge.

But after a moment—

The lack of any findings in response made this Dao Body Realm Leader scoff inwardly.

All that hot blood, vowing to live and die together, right? The minds of these Righteous Path disciples have all been corrupted by those undying old fools. If that's the case, then I shall grant your wish.

As the killing intent arose, strands of Dao Body pressure began to awaken around King Yintian.

In an instant, the Youming Royal Mansion suddenly became dim and lightless. Countless cold, sinister, expressionless figures flickered in and out of existence, like Fierce Ghosts from the deepest haunts, ready to snatch lives away.

Empowered by this chilling aura, King Yintian's form seemed to grow ever taller and more imposing, as if the entire world was about to be crushed beneath his feet.

In a flash, numerous bloody wounds cracked open on the handsome Daoist's body, blood flowing freely from them; he looked as if all his blood was being forcibly squeezed out, leaving him to wither and die.

Main body, aren't you ready yet? This Daoist Master is about to perish!

Feeling his vitality rapidly draining, Tai Yin, disguised as Qi Xiu, communicated with his true self through a mysterious link.

「Elsewhere.」

Seated on a platform hundreds of meters high, Qi Xiu wore a solemn expression as all one hundred and thirty-six Hunyuan beads within him were activated. An unprecedented and unrepeatable terrifying True Gang churned within him, like countless raging rivers gradually converging into a boundless, stormy ocean spanning thousands of miles.

For the first time, he mobilized all of his cultivation.

Qi Xiu's black hair danced wildly, his robes whipped about, and an endless torrent of True Gang surged like a legion of dragons leaving their nest, encircling him and causing the surrounding void to faintly distort. The high platform beneath him creaked alarmingly, on the verge of collapse.

Forming Dharma Seals, Qi Xiu brought his hands together. Behind him, a black-scaled, green-eyed Mo Jiao slowly poked its head out, curiously surveying its surroundings.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and help me."

He flicked the Mo Jiao's forehead, Qi Xiu uttered a light command.

The Mo Jiao retracted its head, let out a long cry, and instantly transformed into a streak of light, merging into the space between Qi Xiu's eyebrows.

Man and dragon became one!

Tai Yin Gathers Spirit!

Borrowing some concepts from the "Taiyin's Infinite True Scripture," Qi Xiu directly commanded the Mo Jiao to merge with him, instantly elevating the power of his soul and his mental acuity to a new realm.

With this higher-level power of his soul, the circulation speed of his profound and heavy True Gang abruptly accelerated.

SNAP!

Bringing his hands together sharply, Qi Xiu's eyes flew open, his pupils turning a brilliant green, and an ancient, mysterious sigil, emanating an aura of infinite water essence, slowly emerged on his forehead.

"Black Water True Skill! Arise!"

Driving the Black Water True Skill with his entire cultivation, blood instantly flowed from Qi Xiu's seven orifices. Behind him, the faint image of an endless, abyss-black sea surface appeared. Within these surging waves, a colossal, ancient figure was slowly turning to look in his direction.

I must be quick!

Feeling the infinitely ancient gaze turning towards him from behind, Qi Xiu tensed.

The influence of the Black Water True Skill instantly spread across the entirety of Dead Spirit City.

The next second—

Wineskins, previously hidden in secretive corners, quivered slightly. The Langtu Wine stored within, under the influence of the Black Water True Skill, rapidly transformed into invisible, formless water vapor, spreading throughout Dead Spirit City.

Meanwhile, the various Demons and fiends who had come to freeload at the banquet had long since gulped down the chunks of glistening Meat of Tai Sui, said to extend one's lifespan.

As the vapor permeated the air, the Demons and fiends unknowingly and continuously inhaled it.

Meat of Tai Sui!

Langtu Wine!

Two substances, both imbued with ferocious, baleful power, took effect simultaneously. Subtly, a black-red toxin, shaped like blades and axes, began to form within their bodies.

Wrath Toxin!

Madness, like a bursting dam's torrent. In an instant, it swept through all the Demons and fiends within Dead Spirit City.

HISS—

Struggling to separate his joined hands, Qi Xiu weakly supported himself on his knees, sweat beading on his face and falling like rain. And the figure standing on the pitch-black sea surface behind him, which had been about to turn completely, also vanished as the Dharma Gate ceased to operate.

If Dead Spirit City were any larger, my True Gang wouldn't have been sufficient.

Gazing at the Demonic Evil Cultivators across the city who had plunged into madness, a faint smile touched Qi Xiu's pale cheeks.

To ensure the Demons unknowingly consumed Langtu Wine along with the Meat of Tai Sui they had eaten, he employed his full cultivation, pushing the Black Water True Skill to its absolute limit. This allowed the Langtu Wine to transform directly into an undetectable, ultrafine water vapor, which the Demonic Evil Cultivators then inhaled. This method not only hastened the poison's effects but also ensured that every single Demonic Evil Cultivator was afflicted.

I never expected this Black Water True Skill to hide such a terrifying trap. If I hadn't pushed this Taoist Method beyond its limits this time, I might never have discovered it. If this trap had activated when I was unprepared, it would have been a fatal crisis.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Qi Xiu resolved that after returning to the Shenxiao Sect, he would ask his master, Daoist Yunxiong, to help him find the trap within it. Otherwise, he could no longer practice this Taoist Method.

The Demons' rampage has begun; next up is the main course.

The Demons throughout the city suddenly descended into utter chaos. As if struck by a maddening technique, tens of thousands of Dao-Entering Realm Complete Demons and fiends went on a killing spree throughout Dead Spirit City, frantically destroying everything in sight. They even began to assault the Youming Royal Mansion!

Surging forward like a tidal wave, the Demons and fiends, Wrath Toxin addling their brains, fearless of life and death, scaled the walls. The white bone claws atop the walls were destroyed by countless Demons before they could even react.

A perfectly good wedding banquet had, in an instant, turned into a complete catastrophe.

In the main hall, watching the completely irrational and wantonly destructive Demons and fiends, King Yintian's expression was one of thunderous rage. He knew full well this chaos was the doing of that Shenxiao Sect junior.

"You junior, you dare to ruin my daughter's wedding banquet! Today, I will not only kill you, but I will also extract your soul and spirit, imprisoning you in the Ghost Fiend for eternity, denying you any chance of rebirth!"

His eyes blazing with killing intent, King Yintian extended a large hand, and Tai Yin at the entrance was instantly and uncontrollably pulled into his palm.

"You old fart! Wait until this Daoist Master advances to the Dao Body Realm! My first strike will definitely be aimed at you!"

Clutched in King Yintian's palm, Tai Yin remained indifferent, hurling insults the moment he opened his mouth. He was originally an Avatar created by the Hell Dao Demon Treasure, the Dual Heart Mirror; even if he died, he could be resurrected from the Dual Heart Mirror. It would merely cost some time and a bit of the main body's wealth.

"You still wish to advance to the Dao Body Realm?"

Coldly staring at the Daoist of the Taiyin in his hand, King Yintian was about to forcibly extract the insolent junior's soul. But just as the thought arose, he was stunned to discover that the Daoist in his palm was actually without soul or spirit, like an empty shell.

Impossible. How can a living person have no soul or spirit?

Frowning deeply, King Yintian's Divine Sense churned rapidly. "Junior, if you tell me this Secret Technique, I can spare your life and allow you and your martial brothers to return to your sect."

"Pah!" Spitting a thick glob of phlegm at King Yintian, Tai Yin sneered relentlessly. "Alright. But this Secret Technique is a family heirloom. If you kneel down now and call me your own father, I'll teach it to you. How about that?"

BANG!

His fingers abruptly closed, crushing the Daoist of the Taiyin into a mist of blood. King Yintian, his face expressionless, slowly stood up.

BOOM—

Space trembled, and the entire city shook.

Instantly, behind King Yintian, a towering, entirely black Divine Mountain appeared, as if it had stood since time immemorial. Boundless nether qi swept down from its peak in endless waves, as though threatening to bathe the world in blood and transform the mortal realm into the Netherworld!

"Rumor has it that King Yintian of the Yin Tian Nation's true form is a black mountain from the Netherworld's Ghost Fiend that attained Dao. Seeing this today, it seems the rumors are true."

"Keep your voice down! His most beloved daughter's wedding has been ruined like this; King Yintian has completely lost face. He's furious right now; be careful or he'll deal with you too."

"That Shenxiao Sect junior from earlier truly had some courage. To come alone and single-handedly disrupt this grand wedding... even though our stances differ, I can't help but feel a bit of admiration."

Standing to one side of the main hall, Ranxue Jing Yaomo from other nations whispered amongst themselves, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Just as King Yintian displayed his Daoist Spirit, intending to quell the unrest in the city and get the wedding ceremony back on track, a sky-shattering BOOM erupted! A pillar of black-gray light shot towards the heavens, instantly causing the Dao Body Realm Leader's expression to change.

"The altar?"

BOOM—

Instantly transforming into a black cloud that blotted out the sky, King Yintian roared furiously and departed the Youming Royal Mansion, heading straight for the soul-summoning altar.

And in the instant King Yintian left, two figures appeared at the entrance of the Youming Royal Mansion.

Direct disciple of Yunti Peak of the Shenxiao Sect—Nangong Qingqiu!

Direct disciple of Yunti Peak of the Shenxiao Sect—Qi Xiu!

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