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

Hundreds of thin, dark blue lines traversed the murky waters; it was not magic, but a pre-planned killing trap.

Su Qingwu was the first to react.

Her Tidal Body was in the water, and her perception was amplified tenfold.

The thin line was still thirty feet away when she trembled, feeling a sharp, needle-like pain piercing her meridians.

"Ling'er, to the left!"

Su Qingwu pulled her younger sister behind her, and activated the Tidal Aura to its fullest extent, condensing it into a blue, arc-shaped water shield.

The thin line touched the water shield.

There was no explosion or impact.

The sturdy aura shield was cleaved in two without the slightest obstruction.

Su Qingwu's breath caught in her throat.

These pale blue threads are "Shikigami Threads" condensed by the Onmyoji using their divine soul power, which are naturally able to suppress the protective aura!

Three thin lines pierced through the water shield, heading straight for Su Qingling's brow, heart, and dantian.

"Bang!"

A bronze-colored figure rudely crashed into us from the side.

Fatty Wang used his back to completely block Su Qingling's way.

Three thin lines pierced his back, and the golden body technique's light membrane exploded into three clusters of sparks, instantly revealing three deep wounds that exposed bone.

"Oh shit!

Faster than a knife!

The fat man nearly shattered his teeth, which were full of steel, and blood gushed from the wound, staining the water with a red mist.

Before he could regain his footing, the second wave of fine lines had already arrived.

This time it wasn't dozens of dishes, but hundreds.

They surrounded them from all sides, weaving together a three-dimensional strangulation net from which there was no escape.

Each fine thread carries a sinister power that corrodes the soul; a mere brush against the body leaves a deep, bone-revealing wound, while binding it becomes a deadly lock.

"That's interesting."

Fifty feet away, on the deck of the Susanoo, the Great Master withdrew his right hand and held up the eight-foot-long magatama in his left.

The surface of the magatama shimmered with golden light, and the hatches on both sides of the submarine sprang open in response.

Twelve humanoid figures dressed in black bodysuits and with demonic faces glided out, their movements precise and fluid, showing no trace of human life.

Ghost Ninja.

The Black Dragon Society created bio-puppetry by combining the Song family's genetic technology with Yin-Yang techniques.

The twelve demon ninjas dispersed in the water, forming a hunting formation, and rushed straight at the remaining protective shield of the Tensui-bowl.

"The Su sisters' sacred bodies can purify Yin energy, so let's cripple them first."

The elder brother spoke softly.

"The fat man's body is quite hard, but if we cut off his blood circulation..."

He made a fist with his right hand, and the shikigami threads reassembled in the water, transforming into a deadly chrysanthemum strangulation array.

"...In thirty seconds, he was a bronze-skinned corpse."

Inside the protective shield, the Su sisters and Fatty Wang were completely cornered.

Su Qingwu's water shield was riddled with holes. Su Qingling desperately poured spiritual power into repairing it, but the repair speed was far slower than the speed at which the shikigami silk was cut.

Fatty Wang stood at the forefront, his body already bearing more than a dozen cuts from the fine threads, the copper-colored light film on his skin flickering and on the verge of shattering.

"Ran-ge!"

The fat man roared.

Zhou Ran heard it.

But he couldn't move.

Miao Laoshi's three golden-armored corpses formed an insurmountable barrier between him and the protective shield.

Three golden-armored corpses stood in a triangular formation, locking him in the center.

Each one was two zhang tall, covered in green fur that swayed in the water, with runes visible beneath its skin.

This is the greatest masterpiece of the corpse-driving lineage: the Golden Armor Corpse.

Miao Laoshi was formed by using three hundred-year-old general corpses as its foundation, and by consuming one-third of his own essence and blood and sixty years of internal energy.

Each one is comparable to a Golden Core cultivator.

What's even more troublesome is their fighting instinct.

The main attacker in front, with its iron fist, can create sonic booms in the water;

The main guardian on the left can create a runic shield by crossing its arms.

The one on the right is the most insidious; its ten fingers are forged into talismanic blades, specializing in attacking vital meridians and acupoints.

"Young friend Zhou, I have no ill intentions."

Miao Laoshi stood atop the shoulder of the tallest golden-armored corpse in the distance, shaking a silver bell in his hand.

"Once I've subdued the old dragon, you can leave."

"You think you're qualified to negotiate with me?"

Zhou Ran's question was colder than the river water.

He punched the golden-armored corpse in front of him.

The primordial energy, enveloped in black and gold flames, propelled an arc-shaped shockwave through the water.

The fist slammed into the chest of the golden-armored corpse.

A heavy impact echoed underwater.

The golden-armored corpse was knocked back seven or eight feet, and the green hair on its chest was burned off by the shockwave, revealing the grayish-white skin underneath, on which the dense Maoshan runes suddenly lit up.

It forced itself to stand firm in the mud, its right fist already striking back.

The iron fist accelerated in the water, creating a cone-shaped vortex of water with the force of the punch.

Zhou Ran dodged to the side, but the talisman-wielding corpse on his left had already closed in.

Ten fingernails drew ten cold streaks, sealing off his escape route.

He was forced to take the hit.

The primordial scales appeared, and he blocked with his left arm.

Ding Ding Ding!

The talisman-wielding corpse's fingernails struck the Qilin's arm, each strike carrying a chilling power that penetrated directly into the soul.

Zhou Ran's brow twitched. The demonic energy sealed in his sea of ​​consciousness by the Soul-Suppressing Nails was stirred by this power and almost went out of control.

At the same time, a third defensive golden-armored corpse descended from above, its arms crossed, and a runic shield transformed into a light barrier, pressing down on his head.

The three enemies surrounded the enemy, combining offense and defense, leaving no openings.

Miao Laoshi's control was extremely precise. He didn't even glance at Zhou Ran again, focusing all his attention on the silver bell in his hand while chanting a sacrificial incantation.

The ringing grew more urgent.

The old dragon's vertical pupils flashed, and the dragon's might that had just been restrained began to leak out again.

It is responding to the silver bell.

Miao Laoshi wanted to use his own blood essence to forcibly cover the blood pact and take over control of the old dragon!

"Old fox."

Zhou Ran was entangled by three golden-armored corpses and could not advance an inch.

His gaze bypassed the numerous obstacles and landed inside the protective barrier.

Fatty Wang's body was covered in bloody gashes, and the Immovable King's Golden Body Technique had been torn to pieces by the shikigami threads.

Twelve demon ninjas burst into the protective barrier, with two attacking Su Qingling simultaneously.

Su Qingwu desperately blocked one of the weapons, but her shoulder was slashed open by the hidden blade of another.

The fat man's roar became muffled in the water.

He clung tightly to the waist of a demon ninja, trying to break it in two.

But the demon ninja's body was abnormally flexible. His entire torso twisted in the opposite direction, slipped out of his arms, and with a backhand stab, plunged into his thigh.

"what!"

The fat man knelt on one knee.

More shikigami threads surged in, binding him into a dark blue cocoon.

The golden body technique's light membrane flickered violently, its brightness fluctuating, before finally shattering with a crisp sound like breaking glass.

Countless copper-colored light spots scattered in all directions, quickly disappearing into the dark river water.

The last layer of protection on Wang Pangzi's body completely disappeared, and the shikigami silk clung tightly to his skin, cutting into his muscle texture.

Blood seeped from every crevice of his body.

Blood gushed from his throat, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, but he didn't utter a single cry of pain.

"Ran-ge, tell Mom, I, Fatty, am not a coward!"

With his last ounce of strength, he steadied himself again in the mud, using his bloodied and mangled body to form a wall in front of the Su sisters.