After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Seven hundred meters underground, in a dark and empty cave, the silver light scattered sparsely, the white jade altar hung motionless in mid-air.

Richard's feet were off the ground, and his custom-made suit was perfectly wrinkle-free.

The way he looked at Zhou Ran was no different from a butcher staring at a piece of meat on a chopping board.

"Corkage fee?"

He smacked his lips, savoring the word on his tongue, his face clearly saying "You don't deserve it."

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers casually.

The six men in black robes moved simultaneously.

Six black triangular flags made of Styx cold iron slid out from his sleeve, with crooked blood runes drawn on their surfaces.

"Six Harmonies Blood-Severing Formation, activate!"

The incantation still echoed, and six black flags had been nailed into the white marble floor tiles.

Dozens of pale white beams of light rose from the ground, intertwining and forming a massive cage that completely enveloped Zhou Ran.

The temperature is dropping.

Before the exhaled white breath could drift even half a foot away, it froze into ice shards and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"This thing is a torture instrument from the underworld specially made for the bloodline of the Primordial Era."

Richard crossed his arms over his chest, confident of victory.

"It is true that the blood and qi of the Great Wilderness are extremely yang and strong, but the formation is filled with the water of the Styx River, which can freeze the fire in your body into ashes in an instant."

The more you struggle, the faster your energy and blood deplete.

Wang Pangzi's eyes turned red, he cursed loudly, grabbed a Luoyang shovel, and charged forward.

He hadn't even taken two steps.

A man in black robes tilted his head, flicked his sleeve, and a massive earth-elemental shockwave, weighing a thousand pounds, crashed down on him.

The chubby guy, weighing over 200 pounds, was sent flying backward, his back slamming solidly against the rock wall, creating a large pile of rubble.

Wang Pangzi opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, then slid down the rock wall.

A ruthless glint flashed in Xiao Rou's eyes as she held the bone flute to her lips.

A dozen or so crimson poisonous insects flapped their wings and swooped down, heading straight for the man in black robes.

Before the Gu worm even touched the edge of the white light cage, just as it touched that extremely cold area, a layer of frost suddenly appeared on its carapace, and it smashed to the ground with crackling sounds, turning into dust.

The Gu technique is also rendered useless.

Ah Ning lay sprawled on the blue bricks, her face as white as paper.

Once the Sheng Hui Consortium revealed its trump card after so long, they didn't even give them a chance to resist, let alone breathe.

In the center of the cage, Zhou Ran stood motionless.

The six men in black robes did not stop either.

They simultaneously pulled out a palm-sized, jet-black token with the ancient seal script character "阎" engraved on its surface.

Six tokens were tossed into the air and remained suspended above the cage.

Richard laughed even harder.

"Relying solely on formations to suppress the evil is not reassuring."

The 'Yanlu Decree' of the Fifth Hall of Yama can directly rewrite the underlying rules of this place.

Gravity, time, and even how quickly your lifespan passes are all in our hands.

He tilted his head and looked Zhou Ran up and down.

"You have to report to me before you can even lift a little finger."

The rebels in the underworld stole part of Yama's authority and forcibly brought the laws of the underworld to the mortal realm.

The rules prevail.

Faced with this fighting style, whether a punch is hard or not is simply not within the scope of discussion.

Zhou Ran lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.

"What, have you resigned yourself to your fate?"

Richard seemed to be enjoying the scene.

"Accept your fate?"

Laughter escaped from under his throat.

At first it was so light it was almost inaudible, then it rolled bigger and bigger, and finally it turned into unrestrained laughter.

"You've laid out such a grand scheme with your bare hands, I'm hoping to see some of your best stuff."

Zhou Ran raised his head.

The burning energy within the Purple-Gold Demon Eyes wasn't fear, but rather the weariness of watching monkey shows for too long.

"You come to me with a bunch of secondhand, modified junk and try to talk about rules?"

The Gathering Yin Banner shook violently.

Li Zhiyao's voice pierced Zhou Ran's mind.

"This is a flawed and false law that the Fifth Court has altered."

Zhou Ran, I'll teach you how to do it now.

Li Zhiyao was someone who personally participated in drafting the laws of the underworld two thousand years ago.

An ancient, ethereal aura emanated from the Yin-gathering Banner.

Her soul was barely held up by the Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle, and she gritted her teeth to force the last wisp of Yin Law authority out of her body.

The runes on the banner flickered, and her own soul light dimmed by thirty percent.

This genuine ancient law collided with six crudely made Yama's Decree.

The difference in skill level was immediately apparent.

The runes on the Yama Decree began to tremble wildly, and a crack appeared in the seal of the laws.

Not wide.

It won't last long either.

"Three breaths."

Li Zhiyao's voice was so weak it was almost fading away.

"I can only hold on for three breaths."

enough.

Zhou Ran's feet sank, and he activated the "Great Wilderness Overlord Body Technique" and the "Yin Yang Technique" to their fullest extent.

The dark golden blood energy broke free from the extreme cold and surged out through the crack in the law, enveloping him from head to toe in a dazzling light.

The veins on his left arm were intertwined with the black Qilin totem.

Two terrifying forces converged in the left hand.

No stacked spells, no cast of arcane magic.

A clean, physical strike, carrying the oppressive aura of a demon emperor and the malevolent energy of a barbaric era, slammed into the white light wall that was said to be able to imprison gods.

A series of cracking sounds erupted, and the entire "Six Harmonies Blood-Severing Array" collapsed on the spot, shattering into countless streams of light that scattered in all directions.

In mid-air, the six Yama Decrees were all split in two and fell down with a clang.

The force of the formation's backlash flowed back along the formation's base.

The six black-robed assassins didn't utter a sound as their chests collapsed, their hearts shattered, and they fell into pools of blood.

Richard's smile was still on his face, but he was frozen.

His proud tactical deduction, law suppression, and high-dimensional crushing of low-dimensional forces.

He was made a laughing stock by a simple, unorthodox left straight punch.

The instinct to survive tore away all pretense.

Richard desperately activated his S-class spatial ability.

The surrounding space folded violently, and he shrank into nothingness, flashing out towards the hidden passage behind him.

"A trivial skill."

However, the sound did not come from where Zhou Ran was standing.

Instead, it exploded right next to Richard's ears.

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly handsome profile appeared in his spatial ability.

It's not that Zhou Ran possessed the ability to shrink the distance to an inch.

Instead, the gravity of this void had been stirred up by the source bone for four thousand years, making the spatial barrier as thin as a cicada's wing.

Those with the bloodline of the Primordial Wilderness naturally feel at home here.

Whichever way Richard folded it, Zhou Ran would step on that end first.

Zhou Ran stretched out his hand, hooked his five fingers around Richard's neck, and lifted him off the ground.

Richard kicked wildly with his feet dangling in the air, his face turning a deep liver color.

"impossible!"

On the verge of death, his body underwent a change.

The blonde hair faded from the roots, turning strand by strand into a pale silver.

His pupils rolled upwards, his eyes filled with thick, turbid yin energy.

The temperature around us plummeted again.

The silver glow on the altar was covered by a thick layer of deathly aura.

"How dare you be so insolent!"

A voice that had nothing to do with Richard squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"I am a ghost general under the command of Yama, the King of Hell, and I command 30,000 Yin soldiers."

Richard's body was no longer his.

The silver-haired head slowly turned in Zhou Ran's palm, its two dark eyes aimed at Zhou Ran.

"Living person, release this body."

"Prostrate yourself on the ground and hand over the bloodline of the Primordial Era, and I will allow you to be a lackey of the Fifth Hall."

Those two black hole-like eyes revealed no anger, only the natural indifference of a high-ranking underworld general facing ants.

"otherwise--"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhou Ran tightened her grip on his neck with her five fingers.