During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

The Corpse-Driving Demon, the King of a Hundred Poisons, and the Peerless Ghost exchanged glances. Faced with Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei and his white-armored army, the three could only use their own methods to escape.

The Corpse-Driving Demon activated its bone staff, which flashed with green light, in an attempt to summon the remaining corpse puppets.

The King of Poisons unleashed a cloud of poisonous mist, and the Peerless Ghost roared as he slammed his fist into the ground, sending up rubble.

However, in Bai Yifei's eyes, this was nothing more than the struggle of an ant.

He didn't even dismount; he simply pressed down lightly with his right hand, and a terrifying chill suddenly descended.

The pale white frost spread out instantly from him.

The corpse puppets of the Corpse-Driving Demon had just broken through the ground when they turned into ice sculptures.

The poisonous mist from the Hundred Poison King froze into white ice crystal powder in mid-air, which then fell down in a flurry.

Wushuang Gui slammed his fist into the ground, but felt a chill rush into his fist, instantly covering half of his arm with a thick layer of ice, making his movements extremely stiff.

Then, the three of them were struck again by the frost, and they were sent flying backward with muffled groans, crashing heavily to the ground, where frost quickly formed on their bodies.

With a single move, Blood-Clad Marquis crushed the three men's resistance with absolute power.

"Useless." Bai Yifei parted his thin lips slightly and gave his assessment.

He slowly raised his hand, preparing to order the white-armored soldiers to step forward and take the three men into custody.

At this critical moment!

Boom!

At the entrance to the royal tomb, the hard frozen soil suddenly burst open, and a thick, condensed, and immensely powerful water-shaped hand burst forth from the ground!

Li Ji followed closely behind the sailor, calmly leaping out of the hole and landing steadily on the ground.

He was enveloped in a faint, eerie blue mist, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across the entire scene: the three suppressed corpse-driving demons, the white-armored soldiers standing ready, and the white figure perched high on his horse.

"Bai Yifei, the Marquis of Blood-Clad? I've long admired your name." Li Ji's voice was calm; he had naturally read the information about this marquis before coming to Korea.

Bai Yifei was born into the Bai family, a hereditary noble family in the state of Han. He commanded 100,000 elite troops and guarded the border for many years. He once led the Han army to pacify the Baiyue with the state of Chu. After the Baiyue were destroyed, he captured the Baiyue prince, Tianze.

"Interesting, it seems there's more than one wave of rats in the tomb." Bai Yifei looked at Li Ji with amusement, then pointed and said:

"That woman is mine. Let her go, and maybe I can consider giving you a dignified death."

The person Bai Yifei was referring to was naturally Yan Lingji, who was in Li Ji's possession.

Li Ji used his water-shaped giant hand to lift Yan Lingji to his front, then gently stroked her hair and said calmly, "If the Marquis wants it, then come and take it."

Bai Yifei squinted at Li Ji, then said to the white-armored soldiers behind him, "Take him down, dead or alive."

"Yes!" The five hundred white-armored soldiers roared in unison, their voices echoing across the land.

Then a hundred soldiers in white armor stepped forward, their steps perfectly synchronized, like moving icebergs, their long, cold spears held level, instantly forming a battle formation.

A chilling aura rose from their bodies, coalescing into a visible, pale white mist. This frost swept towards Li Ji like a tidal wave.

The White Armor Army is Bai Yifei's core elite force, numbering only a few thousand. However, not only do each member of the White Armor Army possess internal energy, but they have also mastered the Frost Technique, which originates from the same source as Bai Yifei. If it weren't for the fact that the White Armor Army is small in number and difficult to expand, the State of Han could be even stronger in war.

Faced with this freezing cold, Li Ji's eyes narrowed, and the Seed of the Netherworld in his dantian spun rapidly, unleashing a torrent of pure and vast Netherworld True Qi.

Dozens of high-speed rotating, solidified, dark blue water blades lunged at the white-armored army opposite them like sharks.

Chi Chi Chi!

A sickening cutting sound rang out, and the seemingly impenetrable cold wave of the white-armored army was easily torn apart by Li Ji's water blade.

Wherever the water blade passed, it plowed deep furrows into the frozen ground, and the heavy armor of the white-armored soldiers in the front row was cut through as if it were paper.

The white-armored army's battle formation was instantly torn open with a huge gap. Amidst screams, dozens of white-armored soldiers were either killed or wounded, and a whole group of them fell.

"What?!"

The commander of the white-armored army's expression changed drastically. He had never seen anyone break through their icy battle formation so easily with just one move.

The playful look on Bai Yifei's face finally disappeared, replaced by a solemn and cold killing intent.

"Useless! All of you, stand back!" He shouted coldly, and the white-armored commander felt as if he had been granted a pardon, leading his white-armored army to retreat quickly.

Bai Yifei finally made a move.

He gently spurred the horse's flanks, and the magnificent white steed slowly trotted forward, its hooves treading on the frost.

He slowly drew the red and white swords from his waist, pointed the tips diagonally, and gently slashed in Li Ji's direction.

In an instant, an extreme chill, far exceeding the combined strength of the White Armor Army, appeared above them.

Bai Yifei wielded two swords that were the marquis's swords passed down through generations. The red sword represented Yin, and the white sword represented cold. When the two swords were combined, they could greatly unleash the power of coldness within Bai Yifei's body.

As the red and white swords fell, countless tiny ice crystals condensed out of thin air, and the ground beneath Li Ji's feet instantly turned into smooth, mirror-like solid ice.

And the ice layer spread upwards at a terrifying speed, attempting to freeze him and the sailor Yan Lingji into ice sculptures.

This icy power did not come from nowhere. The "Blood Ice Technique" that Bai Yifei practiced was a secret technique passed down through generations of the Bai family in Korea. This technique nourishes ice with fresh blood, making it incredibly powerful.

Bai Yifei was one of the most talented people in the history of the Bai family. At the age of fifteen, he went up the mountain alone and killed hundreds of bandits with his own hands. At the age of nineteen, he inherited the title of marquis. At the age of twenty-three, he commanded an army of 100,000 and was unparalleled in prestige.

Bai Yifei's chilling attack swept over Li Ji for ten feet, even waking Yan Lingji, who had been knocked unconscious by Li Ji earlier, from the bone-chilling cold.

Li Ji was about to make a move, but the cold was too intense and the ice layer covered the area too quickly, freezing Li Ji and Yan Lingji inside a huge block of ice in an instant.

Seeing that Li Ji, who had just easily defeated them, was utterly helpless before their lord, the white-armored soldiers couldn't help but cheer.

"Withered bones reflected in silver armor, a marquis clad in blood-stained robes, his divine might is unparalleled!"

"The White-Armored Army swears to follow the Marquis to the death!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yifei's lips curled up. Just as he was about to stop the group of white-armored soldiers, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

Zizizi!

A piercing sound of melting ice water rang out, and the ice layer in the middle of the huge ice block, where Li Ji and Yan Lingji were located, rapidly collapsed and melted under the impact of the Ming Shui True Qi.

The ice block was quickly covered with cracks, and then there was a loud bang!

Countless ice fragments exploded, then melted in the air, turning into water arrows.

Then, a barrage of water arrows rained down on Bai Yifei and his white-armored soldiers.

Bai Yifei's expression changed slightly.

Back on the battlefield of Baiyue, he used this move to freeze the river for a full hour, allowing the White Armor Army to cross the river and pursue them. However, he did not expect that he could only hold out for about ten breaths against that person.