Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

After leaving the Western Regions, the three of them looked rather grim, especially Elder Moya, who had always harbored a deep dislike for the Buddhist monks of the Western Regions.

Before being sealed away, he had been tricked by these bald monks countless times. Unexpectedly, they had barely broken the seal when they were defeated by these same bald monks again.

"Hmph! I really underestimated these bald monks! I thought that after all these years, there wouldn't be many old and dead monks left in the Buddhist order who could still fight!"

"It seems they do have some underlying strength."

Hei Tu pouted in dissatisfaction and complained in a muffled voice, "See! I told you! What a waste of effort! If you had listened to me earlier, you should have gone to the Eastern Region first, absorbed all the blood energy of those mortal cultivators, recovered your strength to fifty or sixty percent, and then dealt with these bald monks. Wouldn't that have been much easier than this?"

"None of them listen to me!"

Bai Luan slowly opened her eyes, gave Hei Tu a cold look, and immediately made Hei Tu close his eyes again.

"Now, let's go to the Eastern Region."

Bai Luan spoke, and Hei Tu and the others had no objections. The three of them didn't stop for a moment and sped off eastward.

The Eastern Region, a small border town of the Yuehua Dynasty.

One quarter of an hour ago, the town was bustling with people, and merchants were everywhere. But the next moment, a giant hand descended from the sky, smashing the small border town into ruins.

The dense blood energy transformed into a torrent, sweeping directly towards the three individuals, including Hei Tu, in the void.

Three hours later, the capital of the Yuehua Dynasty faced the greatest crisis since the founding of the dynasty.

Blood-red fumes filled the sky, and terrifying explosions rang out continuously outside the city. Large sections of buildings within the city also collapsed, and high-ranking officials and commoners living in the capital city of Yuehua fled in terror.

At the entrance of Yuehua's palace, the massive city wall collapsed in half under the impact of an invisible force!

Amidst the smoke, dust, and rubble, Emperor Yuehua, Wei Cang, was protected by his guards, staring ahead with a terrified expression! Behind him, the panicked princes fell to their knees in fear.

Only his youngest princess, Wei Ling'er, though a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, bit her lip tightly and stubbornly looked up at the three demonic figures in the void.

Who...who can save us? ...I'll do anything to kill those three demons!

"Your Majesty! We can't stop them, we can't stop them at all! We should retreat quickly, as long as we're alive, we can always fight again!" An old eunuch walked up to Emperor Wei Cang and urged him anxiously.

"Retreat!? Impossible! I am the supreme emperor of the Moonflower Dynasty. Even if I die, I will not live a life of dishonor!!" Wei Cang looked at the three black figures in the distant sky and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

He grabbed the old eunuch's arm and shouted, "Quick! Quickly inform the Great Xia! Inform that Underworld Emperor!! Hurry!! If that Underworld Emperor can come, perhaps Yuehua can still be saved!"

"Your Majesty!! Great Xia is too far away, there's simply no time..."

As if to prove his words, the three suffocating figures in the void appeared directly above the palace as they spoke, and a terrifying pressure descended, forcing everyone, including Wei Cang, to their knees, unable to move.

At this moment, for the first time in the fifty years since he ascended the throne, Wei Cang felt that kind of despair: "Emperor Yin! As long as you can save Yuehua! I promise you, from now on, everything will be in the hands of the Great Xia! My life, and the lives of my ministers, are all yours!"

Wei Cang's last words, though not loud, reached the ears of Hei Tu and the other two.

"Big sister, did you hear that? These ants, even on the verge of death, are still shouting... 'Emperor of the Underworld'? Hahaha, in this remote Eastern Region, someone actually dares to call himself 'Emperor of the Underworld'?!" Hei Tu picked at his ear, grinned, and turned to Bai Luan with a strange laugh.

The old man with the black raven gazed down at the crowd below, who looked like lambs to the slaughter, and sneered, "Nonsense. Is the title of 'Emperor of the Underworld' something that ordinary people can bear?"

Bai Luan's expression remained unchanged; she simply said coldly, "Hei Tu, what are you waiting for! Clean it up quickly."

"Alright! Big sister, watch out!" Black Butcher grinned and casually raised his hand again, pressing it down into the air towards Wei Cang and the others below!

As he moved, a giant hand immediately descended from the sky. Before the palm print even arrived, the terrifying gale had already turned Wei Cang and the others from their kneeling positions into prostrate positions on the ground.

"No! I don't want to die!"

"Father!! Save...save us!!"

"The King of Hell will avenge us!!"

Just as the palm print was about to completely land,

A sword rang out from the far east!

Immediately afterwards, a blade of light swept across the sky, arriving first despite being delayed, and struck the center of the descending palm print!

The enormous palm print was split in two by the blade of light. The energy from the severed palm print poured out uncontrollably to both sides, crashing violently into the remaining palace complex.

"Boom! Rumble—!!"

The deafening roar caused the few remaining side halls beside the main hall to collapse completely under the impact of the dissipating force, turning them into ruins.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Wei Cang and the others, who had narrowly escaped death, were stunned.

Who...who just made a move? Could it be that their pleas were heard, and the Yin Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty came to save them?

Wei Ling'er, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head and stared blankly in the direction from which the blade was coming, her heart beating faster and faster involuntarily.

Has that person really... really come?

"Little sister, your face..." A prince next to her noticed a faint blush suddenly appearing on Wei Ling'er's pale cheeks and asked subconsciously.

Wei Ling'er snapped out of her daze and hurriedly shook her head. "No, nothing... it's just dust..." But her gaze drifted uncontrollably into the distance once more.

There, a figure dressed in a black dragon robe stepped out from the void.

He walked slowly, yet very quickly!

In just a few steps, they arrived opposite Hei Tu and his group.

"The King of the Underworld! It really is the King of the Underworld!!"

"Heaven has eyes! The King of the Underworld has descended!!" In the ruins, one of the surviving guards shouted out at the top of his lungs, and then even Wei Cang and the others couldn't help but shout along.

"The Emperor of Darkness! The Emperor of Darkness! The Emperor of Darkness!!"

High in the sky, Bai Luan, Old Man Mo Ya, and Hei Tu all frowned slightly.

Hei Tu withdrew his hand and looked at the red mark that had suddenly appeared on his right palm. For the first time, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, but then a strong interest in the newcomer emerged.

"That last strike... was interesting. You wouldn't happen to be the 'Underworld Emperor' these ants are talking about, would you? Judging by your appearance, you do have some skill."

The old man in black and the white phoenix did not speak, but exchanged a glance and then looked the newcomer up and down.