Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

“My king, you have kept the Skullhunter Yinghuo waiting for too long.”

"Hehehe, the thousand-year wait is so that you can have even greater power."

"Finally, I can fight for the king again."

Excitedly, Lie Lu Yinghuo stood up and walked to Yama's side.

Suddenly, Yama struck out with his palm at the skull of the Skull Hunter Yinghuo, tightly gripping his body.

"Your Majesty? Ah!"

"A thousand years of accumulation, indeed not bad."

The demonic energy was continuously absorbed into Yama's body, and the Skull Hunter gradually turned into a withered sac.

The surprise attack, planted in the early days, may not have become a weapon of mass destruction, but it still served its purpose as a sacrifice for the King of Hell.

The immense power of the demon could restore Yama's physical body once again.

He returned to the Gara Temple, racking his brains for a way to deal with the god of shepherds. He was defeated twice, which made Yama even more furious and wary of him.

Just then, a man in red with two long pheasant tails on his head arrived under the cover of night.

"The long day has ended, the red sky shall rise. A thousand miles of domineering song, only my crimson destiny remains!"

The newcomer was none other than Gui Fang Chi Ming, one of the Six Kings of the Creation Era. Chi Wang, who loved to sing opera, was dressed like a powerful overlord.

Even more bizarrely, the Crimson King has two faces: one is sharp and fierce with thick eyebrows and angry eyes, while the other is charming and mysterious.

The Red King angrily questioned, "These countless years of imprisonment have irritated me! Explain your reasons for doing so!"

“I know you’ve already become suspicious of this long meeting, but please believe me, I’m doing this for the smooth progress of our Six Kings Plan.”

"Since we chose to cooperate in the first place, it meant we trusted you completely. Now I'm just waiting for an explanation."

King Yama knew that Gui Fang Chiming liked to hear flattery: "Your personality has always been so resolute and direct. Once you lock onto a target, you have no doubts about the process. So among the people in this deep brain conference, I trust you the most."

The Crimson King's expression softened considerably: "This is not the answer I want to hear."

Yama, the King of Hell, once again offered a sophistry: "I did this because among the six kings, there were voices opposing the invasion of the Bitter Realm, so I devised this Deep Mind Conference."

"Oh, who is it?"

"Who it is is no longer important. I originally intended to pave a smooth road for you all to enter the Bitter Realm in advance, but unexpectedly, after the Three Suns Converged in the Sky, I was ambushed by the Heavenly Jade, which forced me to sever the connection between the Bitter Realm and the Forest Prison. The Six Kings Opening the Heavens Plan has been delayed until now."

"Judging from the current results, you, King Yama, have grand ambitions but no real achievements."

Taking the opportunity, Yama said, "This is the blame I deserve, and I will not deny it. I woke you from the deep brain meeting because I hoped that you would use the power of the Red Crown Border City to eliminate the obstacles in the Bitter Realm one by one."

"What about the other kings?"

“I value your abilities most, Crimson King. If you are willing to lend your full support, then I will make your decisions and strategies the focus of my decisions.”

"Hahahaha, if the Six Kings' Heaven-Opening Plan is to succeed, we can only rely on me! Who do you want to target first? Tell me."

"Tianjiang, the God of Shepherd."

"When I return and gather the Seven Red Crowns, tomorrow night, the Heavenly Frontier will be destroyed."

The next day.

The wind on the plateau blew the red sand and gravel, and a ruined city that had long been destroyed appeared before Yu Cixin and the others.

This is Red Crown Border Town, located in the southwest of the Bitter Realm.

It is also the location of the red forces that control eight parts of the country.

Hongmian Border City was originally the territory of Pingshuo Crescent City. After being conquered by Guifang Chiming, it was renamed.

Gui Fang Chi Ming was originally appreciated by King Ping Shuo Xin Yue, but this aroused the jealousy of his close friend Bi Feng Jun.

The two became bitter enemies, and Gui Fang Chi Ming was sent by Bi Feng Jun to the Death Vortex of the Monster Market, where he was executed along with seven other condemned prisoners.

As time passed, Chi Ming was reborn and returned. He first destroyed Ping Shuo New Moon City, then seized the Red Crown King's Ring, established himself as king, and renamed the country Red Crown Border City.

Finally, the Demoness's Tears slays the Wind Falcon.

Hongmian Qiyuan became famous in one battle, and Yama came to his door, inviting Guifang Chiming to participate in the Six Kings Opening Heaven Plan.

After that, Gui Fang Chi Ming disappeared without a trace.

Over the centuries, the other members of the Red Crown Seven gradually dispersed, and the neglected border town became a desolate ruin.

Yu Cixin climbed the city tower and looked around. In the city, there was a towering red pagoda that seemed to reach into the clouds, as well as a building that looked like a royal palace.

"Let's go there."

Yu Cixin led everyone toward the royal palace.

The royal palace was also completely empty.

"There's a sound over there."

After listening for a moment, Qing Haichao took the lead and went to the back of the royal palace, where he was surprised to see a tall stage.

On stage, a man wielded a spear, singing:

"After many years of friendship, we love each other and share the same ambitions. My brother is always by my side. One of us is a dragon soaring through the clouds, and the other is a tiger majestic in the mountains. We roam the four corners of the earth and reign supreme."

Yu Cixin couldn't understand what he was singing, so she frowned and shouted, "Where is Guifang Chiming?"

"Disturbing others is a capital offense!"

"On behalf of the capital, I solemnly warn you that you must immediately close your doors and shut your country off from here, and never set foot in this land of suffering again, in order to save your lives."

Gui Fang Chi Ming was instantly enraged: "Very well, I hope your strength can preserve the last piece of territory for the Bitter Realm!"

"I guarantee that I will only hold the chief culprit accountable and will not kill your subjects."

"Boasting! No one may offend the Crimson King!"

Both sides were arrogant and overbearing, leaving no room for further discussion.

Qing Haichao and the others understood that Empress Wu desperately needed a thrilling battle, so they immediately scattered to guard the stage.

Undeterred by the enemy's superior numbers, Gui Fang Chi Ming unleashed a palm strike, its crimson light as brilliant as rosy clouds, its immense evil power shaking the surrounding area for miles.

Yu Cixin drew her halberd and struck out, her vast holy power shaking off the red light.

The two collided with tremendous force, producing a loud bang.

"Red Heart Circle, drink!"

Gui Fang Chi Ming's red sleeves billowed, bursting into bursts of raging flames that were terrifying to the soul.

"The world is in ruins!"

The halberd transformed into a golden dragon, soaring proudly amidst the raging flames, charging straight at the Crimson King.

Another intense exchange ensued, the flames dispersed, and the golden dragon vanished into nothingness.

"Master, come again!"

With his fighting spirit soaring, the Crimson King flipped his sleeves, his pheasant tail swaying as he leaped into the air to strike Yu Cixin.

His entire body was enveloped in extreme flame energy, and before he even got close, he had already ignited the surrounding airspace.

"The head of the Seven Red Crowns possesses some skill, capable of overwhelming the world with snow!"

Or the heavenly halberds whip up a blizzard, and several ice peaks rise from the ground, forming a magnificent spectacle in the desert.

Ice sealed the fire, and snow buried the flames.

Gui Fang Chi Ming was blasted several feet away and fell to his knees with a thud.

"I am unworthy of such a generous gift."

"How is that possible?"

Gui Fang Chi Ming could not believe that he had been defeated by a woman.

He stood up, took a few steps, then drew his Ghost Fang Crimson Blood Slash and twirled it with great flourish.

The movements were fluid and graceful, a feast for the eyes.

Yu Cixin asked suspiciously, "Do you really enjoy opera? If you admit defeat now, I can keep your stage."

"Slay the Demonic Evil of Heaven! Die!"

Gui Fang Chi Ming was truly enraged and unleashed his ultimate move, the blade energy causing earth-shattering chaos.

"The entire world is ruined!"

The halberd takes lives, obscuring the world and silencing all life.

Under the combined pressure of the royal aura and the martial arts manual, Gui Fang Chi Ming knew things were going badly and fought desperately to resist the fatal blow.

"Ghost Fang God-Slaying Slash!"

The overwhelming crimson color instantly eclipsed the world and blinded the eyes with yellow dust.

The sword, with great effort, blocked the halberd.

With a strike of her left hand, Yu Cixin's unparalleled foundation transformed into immense power, piercing into the Heavenly Halberd and forcing the Crimson King to sink an inch into the ground.

Just then, a strange palm strike came, rescuing Gui Fang Chi Ming and speeding away.

"Chase!"

Seeing the figure fleeing into the depths of the desert, Yu Cixin led the group in hot pursuit.

Half an hour later, a deep flute melody drifted from the swirling yellow sand.

"pause."

Of the six people who accompanied Yu Cixin to conquer the Red Mian Border City, Qing Haichao, Ji Shanhu, Duanmie Chanti, and Jing Wuhuan were all skilled in playing the flute and xiao.

The flute music immediately alerted the four to something unusual.

"It's a control spell."

Jing Wuhuan spoke first.

"It seems to be used to tame some kind of animal. Everyone be careful."

The group remained vigilant and continued their pursuit.

This plateau seemed to possess a peculiar power; the flute music drifted left and right, constantly disorienting the group.