“So tell me, will this battle be won or lost?”

“Who the hell knows?”

“Sigh, hopefully we’ll have better luck.”

“True, but I heard from Ghost Gate Pass watchtower recently that the Nineteen Continents cultivators have mastered some method to enter Ghost Gate Pass without anyone knowing, which has everyone scared…”

“Maybe they dug tunnels to get in?”

“Haha, if they dig all the way to our hell, that would be interesting…”

“Get lost!”

“I’m really curious though.”

“They don’t have such heaven-defying abilities to dig into hell. What would be the point? The eighteen levels of hell are now full of various clans conscripting ghost soldiers—coming in would be suicide, wouldn’t it?”

…

Two ghost officials guarding the Prison Authority of the tenth level of hell, one holding a long broken sword and the other carrying a broad long blade, leaned against the high walls of the Prison Authority, idly chatting about the war situation they couldn’t influence, yawning with boredom.

The eighteen levels of hell had been extremely lively recently.

This was the first time since the tripod competition was held in hell eighty years ago.

The Eight Directions Underworld Palaces had issued orders for the Ten Great Ghost Clans to conscript ghost soldiers throughout the Extreme Domain for war, promising generous rewards for those who distinguished themselves in battle. Some people were too cowardly to go, but naturally others coveted these promises and future prospects, participating in the conscription without hesitation.

Among these, the evil spirits of the eighteen levels of hell were the most enthusiastic.

The Ten Great Ghost Clans were all very clever, knowing that among all the ghost cultivators in the Extreme Domain, only the evil spirits in the eighteen levels of hell were most willing to respond to conscription and rush to the battlefield. So hell had now become an important source for ghost soldier conscription.

Moreover, the two ghost officials had heard that recently, many new ghosts sentenced to punishment in the eighteen levels of hell had increased significantly under various judges’ pens.

Whether this was coincidental was naturally hard to say.

The two ghost officials didn’t dare speculate in such treasonous directions as “the Underworld rulers and Ten Great Ghost Clans secretly manipulating to increase the effectiveness of ghost soldier conscription.” After all, they were just gatekeepers in the eighteen levels of hell. Plus, they’d heard that Nineteen Continents cultivators had mastered mysterious methods to freely enter and exit Ghost Gate Pass, so they figured staying in hell was safer—preserving their little lives was most important.

However, the thoughts of those below were quite different.

Look—

They could see another long queue approaching the Prison Authority from afar, like a long black snake. But when it got closer, they discovered it wasn’t one队伍, nor did they all come from the same ghost clan—instead, four waves of ghost soldiers conscripted by different ghost clans were lined up together!

Leading were the Bird Beak Clan, followed by the Day Walker Clan, third was the Wuchang Clan, and last was the Ghost King Clan.

At a glance, it was a magnificent sight!

Counting on their fingers, there were at least two thousand people!

This was truly a rare grand spectacle.

Recently, far too many ghost soldiers had left from the eighteen levels of hell. In the three to five days since Lord Qin Guang’s order, there had been sixteen or seventeen waves, one every few hours, with up to three waves in a single hour at peak times.

But having four waves arrive simultaneously like this was quite rare.

Presumably the deadline for ghost soldier conscription was approaching, and the Ghost Gate Pass battlefield was about to get serious, so no one dared delay—everyone had to arrange personnel before the deadline.

Seeing such a grand scene, the Prison Authority naturally didn’t dare neglect.

Taking out the tokens, they directly opened passages to the upper levels of hell for the Bird Beak Clan. This actually saved work—they just watched the Bird Beak Clan leave, then the Day Walker Clan; when the Day Walker Clan left, the Wuchang Clan left; when the Wuchang Clan left, the Ghost King Clan left.

This way they didn’t have to troublesomely open four separate passages.

However, watching these oddly-shaped but hard-to-remember ghost soldiers pass before them was interesting at first, but became boring after a while, inevitably causing distraction and yawning.

It wasn’t until the third wave of Wuchang Clan conscripted ghost soldiers arrived that everyone from the Prison Authority to the ghost officials below suddenly brightened up, completely dazzled by the gorgeously beautiful female cultivator leading the group, unable to look away no matter what.

They saw that barefoot, black-robed female cultivator turn her eyes and smile charmingly at them.

In that instant, it was truly as if flowers bloomed throughout the world, their hearts pounding non-stop, as if suddenly pulled by a gentle arm into a paradise of desire, their minds full of lustful thoughts they couldn’t escape!

Even after that female cultivator disappeared and the entire Wuchang Clan’s five hundred-plus ghost soldier队伍 had passed, with the Ghost King Clan’s ghost soldiers approaching, everyone was still staring transfixed.

“What the hell did we just see?”

The Ghost King Clan ghost cultivators at the back were utterly frustrated, not understanding why they were always ranked behind other ghost clans today. Now it was even better—they were lined up behind fifteen or sixteen hundred ghost soldiers and had to wait for everyone else to pass before they could!

“Damned strange! Why did everything happen today, and all at this hour?”

But even such obvious complaints couldn’t bring back the souls of the Prison Authority people, who just smacked their lips and sighed deeply: “Truly worthy of being the number one beauty of the Wuchang Clan—so beautiful…”

Half an hour later.

In the Extreme Domain’s evil soil, on a wasteland between Wrongful Death City and Ghost Gate Pass.

The “Lian Zhao” who had caused layers of amazement throughout the eighteen levels of hell finally relaxed the somewhat stiff smile at the corners of her mouth and let out a light sigh: “Success.”

They made it through!

They actually made it through just like that?

Everyone recalled this dangerous yet bold journey, with countless perils along the way. Now truly standing on this desolate evil soil of the Extreme Domain, they could hardly believe it!

What had they done?

Using living bodies to forcibly impersonate the Wuchang Clan, which most resembled humans among the Extreme Domain’s Ten Great Ghost Clans, was one thing, but Jian Chou had even creatively made the remaining people impersonate the Day Walker Clan, which also resembled humans!

Besides that, there was no other disguise at all!

And they didn’t take any alternate routes either!

Just as Jian Chou had said, they walked boldly and fearlessly right under people’s noses.

Even with disguises, it was no different from running naked.

Heaven knows their hearts were beating like drums, terrified this desperate gamble would fail, or that the Prison Authority might accidentally become suspicious—then they’d be finished.

But they actually made it through…

Not only that, under Jian Chou’s direction, they had boldly followed behind the Bird Beak Clan and even inserted themselves into the Ghost King Clan’s queue!

In this situation, if the others didn’t discover them, fine, but once discovered, it would inevitably lead to a great battle!

Daring.

Senior Sister Jian Chou of Yashan was truly daring.

Not to mention the Mingri Xinghai cultivators whose understanding of Jian Chou was limited to various external rumors—even Yashan’s own disciples had a shocking sense of getting to know their Grand Master Uncle anew—

She was basically a gambler!

Even Fang Xiaoxie, who usually had the fattest nerves and dared challenge anyone, recalling the scene of being sandwiched between Bird Beak Clan and Ghost King Clan ghost soldiers, felt that even directly fighting through the eighteen levels of hell wouldn’t have been as thrilling as this constant suspense and anxiety.

Amid the excitement, he inevitably felt some lingering fear.

He carefully let out a breath before speaking his suppressed thoughts: “That scared me to death!”

“Scared by just this little bit? Where did your usual courage go?”

Hearing this, Jian Chou couldn’t help laughing.

She naturally knew this was a risky move, but through analyzing the overall situation, she knew that although this move was dangerous, the probability of success was extremely high.

After all, even Xie Buchen had managed to pass through Ghost Gate Pass.

Ghost Gate Pass was the key battleground both sides fought for in the first battle of the Yin-Yang Realm war—its defenses were definitely several times more stringent than these seemingly calm eighteen levels of hell!

One could imagine that Xie Buchen was much crazier than her!

Although the eighteen levels of hell had layer upon layer of checkpoints, there weren’t many ghost cultivators in the Prison Authority. Moreover, since Lord Qin Guang’s order, who knows how many waves of ghost soldiers the Ten Great Ghost Clans had brought out—they’d seen enough to be bored and inevitably become lax.

She was bold enough to walk together with other clans.

The longer the队伍, the worse the guards’ patience—at most they’d only pay attention to the front and rear. They happened to walk in the middle, plus with “Lian Zhao” showing off some seductive charm, if the guards didn’t notice, they really couldn’t be blamed for negligence.

Fang Xiaoxie felt quite embarrassed being laughed at by her. He opened his mouth to retort, but looking up and seeing her eyes full of brilliant, shimmering waves, he was momentarily startled.

His originally confident voice somehow became smaller.

He pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered: “Who could have thought you’d actually insert yourself into their queue…”

Oh, now he was complaining.

Jian Chou glanced at him sideways but didn’t comfort his wounded little heart. She just looked at the surrounding terrain, first employing Xie Buchen’s “old trick” by setting up a quite large concealment array here, then gathered the experts above Nascent Soul level from both Yashan and Xinghai sides to explain the next arrangements.

Everyone listened in complete stupefaction.

It was even more incredible than brazenly passing through the eighteen levels of hell!

Although passing through the eighteen levels of hell was dangerous, they could at least guess the reasoning behind it. But what Jian Chou was now explaining left them completely baffled, their heads full of fog!

What exactly was she trying to do?

“Just do as I say.” Jian Chou’s face carried a hint of a smile, as if she had already anticipated the entertaining scenes to come, her mood unusually pleasant. “I need to return to the eighteen levels of hell once more, then hurry back to Ghost Gate Pass watchtower to meet up with His Majesty the Sword Emperor. You should act according to circumstances—remember to run fast and absolutely don’t get caught.”

Everyone’s hearts felt like they were being scratched by cat claws, but since Jian Chou had brought them out of the eighteen levels of hell and the schedule was already tight—she still had to return to Ghost Gate Pass watchtower with the conscripted ghost soldiers within a certain time limit—she naturally didn’t have time to explain everything to them.

After speaking, she hurriedly left.

This left many Yashan cultivators and the Mingri Xinghai cultivators across from them looking at each other in bewilderment.

Having passed the most difficult checkpoint of bringing the Nineteen Continents cultivators out of the eighteen levels of hell, the remaining tasks were easy and simple for Jian Chou: return to the eighteen levels of hell, select a few hundred not-too-grotesque evil spirits from the remaining ones to join the Wuchang Clan ghost soldier队伍, then swagger confidently through the eighteen levels of hell’s numerous checkpoints once more, finally returning to Ghost Gate Pass watchtower with an unchanged expression to rendezvous with Qu Zhengfeng.

By this time, the Underworld ruler who had come from Eight Directions City to command Ghost Gate Pass had already changed to Lord Taishan.

Jian Chou and Qu Zhengfeng didn’t know much about this Sixth Palace Lord Taishan, but now that everything was ready—they even had the Waning Moon Order Token to close Ghost Gate Pass watchtower—it didn’t matter who the newcomer was or whether they understood him.

Anyway, in their eyes, he was no different from a corpse.

On the day Jian Chou returned, a great battle erupted before Ghost Gate Pass.

After the Extreme Domain forces assembled their troops, they almost immediately took the initiative to attack, launching an offensive several times fiercer than before!

Probably because of Lord Chu Jiang’s death, which had caused widespread panic.

The newly arrived Lord Taishan, inheriting this mess, had to boost morale and fighting spirit, so this battle was fought with high spirits!

The Nineteen Continents side hadn’t expected the enemy to suddenly make such a move and was almost caught off guard for a moment, thinking the key battle’s outcome would be decided in this one engagement.

But no one expected that just when morale was soaring, an accident occurred!

From somewhere among the tens of thousands of Extreme Domain ghost soldiers’ rear, from inside Ghost Gate Pass, someone shouted toward the formation in a terrified voice: “Yashan! Yashan is attacking! Yashan is attacking!!!”

Upon first hearing, this voice was simply extremely shrill, carrying a bone-chilling desperation!

So loud!

Half the battlefield heard it!

For the entire Extreme Domain, the word “Yashan” was simply a legendary nightmare. Many veteran generals among the Ten Great Ghost Clans in the formation had experienced the Yin-Yang Realm war eleven cycles ago, and hearing these two characters made them shudder in shock, their emotions suddenly thrown into chaos.

Having Yashan on the front battlefield, they still dared to fight.

But they had actually appeared behind them?

Such a strange occurrence almost immediately disrupted military morale!

Disorder and terror ignited from the rear of the great army, and before long spread like a plague to the front lines.

Everyone looked backward, but didn’t know what had happened.

Only that voice capable of stirring deep-seated fear—”Yashan is attacking!”—echoed in the rear of the battlefield!

For a moment, there was truly some panic of being attacked from both front and rear.

Before the ghost soldier commanders on the Extreme Domain side could even react to what had happened, the Nineteen Continents cultivators fighting them had already keenly sensed something was wrong on their side. How could they not seize this excellent opportunity?

The previously brutal stalemate immediately began tilting to one side!

Even cultivators, when two armies fought, emphasized formation and strategy. In a certain sense, during large-scale cultivator battles, formations played an even greater role than in mortal army battles.

Military morale was naturally the same.

With chaotic hearts, what kind of battle could they fight!

Affected by that sudden shout, the Extreme Domain’s rear ghost soldiers panicked, the middle ghost soldiers were utterly confused, and the front ghost soldiers, seeing chaos behind them, became even more fearful, truly believing someone was attacking from behind.

Looking forward and backward like this, how could they continue fighting?

In less than two quarters of an hour, forced by circumstances, they declared this attack failed and temporarily retreated.

Damned if it wasn’t true—when the ghost soldier commanders looked back to investigate, where were any attacking Yashan cultivators behind them?!

All fucking nonsense!

They couldn’t even see a ghost’s shadow!

Clearly they’d been tricked by someone’s scheme, unnecessarily affecting this battle due to rear instability, instead allowing the Nineteen Continents to take advantage and eliminate ten percent of their forces, losing quite a few ghost soldiers!

Frustrating!

Extremely frustrating!

When this matter was reported to the newly commanding Lord Taishan, he naturally flew into a table-pounding rage, but knowing that ghost soldiers on the battlefield didn’t have such clear judgment, and that one spreading to another causing such chaos was all too common.

This bitter pill could only be swallowed like bitter medicine.

However, Lord Taishan refused to accept this and ordered everyone to rest and reorganize before launching another attack on the Nineteen Continents the next day.

This time, he specifically sent several experts to guard the rear.

He thought that the same trick, once was enough—if they tried it a second time, no matter what, they should be alert and not easily fooled again.

But whether it was Lord Taishan or all the Extreme Domain ghost soldiers, they clearly underestimated the shamelessness of this hidden enemy!

On the second day of battle, that voice came again!

Still the same heart-stopping, shrill wail: “Yashan is coming! Yashan is coming! Yashan is attacking!!!”

Having learned from the previous lesson, the ghost soldiers at the Extreme Domain’s rear forcibly suppressed the goosebumps that suddenly appeared on their bodies and the sudden fear, barely maintaining composure as they continued to support the formation, backing up the front ghost soldiers fighting the Nineteen Continents.

However, unexpected situations occurred again soon.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill—”

Battle cries distinctly different from the previous terrified shouts shook heaven and earth, immediately following the “Yashan is coming” calls from the Extreme Domain’s rear formation!

Behind Ghost Gate Pass, a strange, thick fog arose.

The mist was extremely dense, immediately submerging half the wasteland.

The several ghost generals assigned to guard the rear heard the battle cries and looked back, immediately breaking out in cold sweat!

In that heavy mist, countless human figures were indeed appearing and disappearing!

More ghostly than spirits, more phantom-like than demons!

At this critical moment, where was there time to think carefully? Believing yesterday’s shouts were all diversionary tactics for today’s surprise attack, they didn’t hesitate to shout at the top of their lungs in even more terrified, heart-rending voices!

“Enemy attack, enemy attack—”

“Yashan is attacking!”

“Yashan is attacking!!!”

…

This time the shouting wasn’t from some unknown stranger, but from the Extreme Domain’s own ghost generals—how could the formation not be thrown into chaos?

In just the moment these voices rang out, the battle situation was overturned again!

The Nineteen Continents cultivators saw them in chaos again and, although still not quite understanding what they’d encountered, knew opportunity couldn’t be lost. They attacked first and discussed later, quickly routing the front portion of ghost soldiers completely!

At this point, the several ghost generals in the rear who had been scared out of their wits finally discovered that the numerous human figures in the mist had disappeared after shouting battle cries three times.

The feeling of being tricked immediately struck their hearts.

But by the time they reacted and rushed into the mist to investigate, it was already too late! The battle situation that should have collapsed had already collapsed almost completely, and worse than yesterday—they’d lost a full one and a half percent of their ghost soldiers!

“Useless, a bunch of useless fools!”

Lord Taishan, built like an iron tower, was almost driven mad by these idiots! He even overturned the desk in the great hall!

“Falling for tricks twice in a row—what are you all good for?!”

The ghost generals below felt utterly wronged but didn’t dare defend themselves: after all, who could have thought the enemy would be so cunning, not only repeating the same trick the second day but adding new variations—truly impossible to guard against!

What could they do about being scolded?

Endure it.

But at this point, the Extreme Domain side had steeled their resolve, believing that this enemy hiding behind them who couldn’t be found no matter what, having pulled off the first and second tricks, would definitely give them a third.

And they might even turn fake into real and deal them a heavy blow.

Although Lord Taishan was furious about these two battle results, despite appearing like a crude iron tower, anyone who could reach this position naturally had subtlety within roughness and could see there was something fishy here.

So for the third battle, he ordered everyone to make complete preparations: not only supplementing the depleted army with new ghost soldiers and specifically stationing those ghost generals who had already made mistakes at the army’s rear, but also specially arranging a ghost soldier unit to ambush behind Ghost Gate Pass!

As the saying goes, nothing goes beyond three times.

Lord Taishan feared the enemy was using the first two feints and morale disruption as cover, actually planning to launch a real attack on them, who were already impatient, the third time. He also wanted to catch these troublemaking cultivators hiding in the shadows to see whether they were human or ghost!

When battle commenced, he even came to the formation for the first time, personally boosting morale and intimidating the hidden opponents.

Whether in heart or deed, the Extreme Domain side was prepared without any flaws.

However…

Just one hour into the battle, when the Extreme Domain’s tide-like overwhelming ghost soldiers were fighting fiercely with the Nineteen Continents’ orderly cultivators, that shrill, desperate cry appeared again.

“Yashan is coming! Yashan is coming!!! Yashan is really attacking!!!”

The first time everyone heard it, they were shocked and afraid;

The second time everyone heard it, they were doubtful;

By this third time, even clay figures would have some anger!!!

Yashan your mother, really attacking your grandfather!

“Son of a bitch! Everyone grab your weapons and follow me. We’re going to catch these bastards and make them kneel down and call me grandpa! This shit isn’t over!”

The furious ghost generals had been lying in ambush for a long time.

Hearing this familiar pig-slaughtering wail, they no longer felt the fear of the first two times and were determined to drag out whoever was causing trouble behind them. Without hesitation, they led a team of ghost soldiers charging into that mass of fog.

They had thought that inside, even if there weren’t large numbers of attacking cultivators as Lord Taishan had said, there should at least be a few cultivators playing tricks.

But after plunging in, the mist was completely empty!

Still not a single person!

But strangely, the unceasing heart-rending cries continued echoing beside their ears, extremely close!

Hair-raising!

Before all the ghost generals and charging ghost soldiers could figure out what was happening, sudden strange fluctuations came from heaven and earth!

Spiritual power fluctuations!

Having fought with Nineteen Continents cultivators before, they easily distinguished this power from earthforce and yin essence, immediately scared out of their wits!

Too late to retreat!

“Rumble!”

“Swish…”

Dense attacks fell like violent wind and sudden rain, instantly killing everyone amid wild screams and wails of pain!

Voices could be faked.

Shadows could be faked.

Could these suddenly exploding attacks also be fake?

“Yashan is coming!”

“Yashan is really coming!”

Not knowing who couldn’t suppress their fear and shouted first, the entire Extreme Domain ghost soldier army fell into chaos!

The sudden attacks shattered their taut psychological defenses.

No one could ignore their comrades’ screams from behind and the raging attacks—how could they fight with single-minded focus and courage?

The dark mass of ghost soldiers that had almost covered the entire wasteland, originally in orderly formation, immediately scattered.

The already experienced Nineteen Continents side pressed forward with great force once again!

It was as if they had coordinated with the “enemies” attacking from behind—perfect cooperation!

One side had soaring morale, the other was utterly demoralized…

They simply couldn’t fight!

Half the entire ghost soldier formation was in panic, with only Lord Taishan observing from the side feeling something was wrong with the continuous attacks from behind—after so long, there were no changes in strength or type, mechanical and monotonous.

In this instant, his expression became extremely ugly!

His entire body became a lightning-like black shadow, quickly sweeping across the vast wasteland. While in mid-air, he unhesitatingly struck down with his palm!

“Boom!”

Thick, violent soul power condensed into a mass, smashing into the mist below that trapped a pair of ghost soldiers, immediately creating a huge crater and sending countless flying chunks of earth!

At the same time, it also sent up glistening spirit stones from the earth!

That widely-covering mist almost disappeared the instant those countless spirit stones were abandoned, along with the attacks that had been ravaging in all directions!

The original site was completely empty!

Only the large crater Lord Taishan had blasted out, looking exactly like someone’s gaping mouth, showing him a mocking laugh!

Tricked!

Tricked again!

“Don’t panic, there’s no enemy attack! No enemy attack—”

Lord Taishan almost fell from mid-air in rage, shouting loudly to the tens of thousands of ghost soldiers below, but could no longer salvage the predetermined defeat of this battle. He could only watch helplessly as the black ghost soldiers retreated like a tide from the front lines, abandoning armor and weapons.

An extremely absurd feeling arose in his heart: played, actually played like this. When he thought the enemy wouldn’t repeat the same trick, they repeated it; when he thought the enemy’s two-time setup was to relax their vigilance and launch a surprise attack the third time, they didn’t—instead using this obviously pre-planted formation to calculate against the ghost soldiers he had ambushed to catch them!

The scheme was too ruthless, the wisdom too absolute!

Every reaction from the Extreme Domain side, including each of his responses, was completely within the enemy’s expectations, without the slightest deviation!

“Who…”

Lord Taishan’s entire body trembled from this chilling calculation and irrepressible anger. He only spoke this one word, but the next sentence became an angry roar!

“Who exactly is it?!!!”

Who exactly?

The same question also lingered in the hearts of the Nineteen Continents cultivators.

For days, three great battles that they’d thought would be bitter, hard-fought struggles—who could have expected they’d easily win halfway through? It was so bizarre as to be speechless.

The first time they weren’t very clear, by the second time they already clearly knew what was happening in the Extreme Domain formation, and by this third time, the cultivators inevitably felt somewhat subtle emotions.

They all guessed it was Jian Chou and Qu Zhengfeng hidden in the enemy formation.

But these three inexplicable actions, although bringing the Nineteen Continents three small victories, left them unable to guess whether there were any deeper intentions involved.

Only Xie Buchen had seen the signs from the first day.

By this third effortless small victory, he was even more certain.

Although Jian Chou had only left the phrase “coordinate from inside and outside” and hadn’t communicated with him about how exactly to coordinate later, they understood each other too well, so that at this moment he was completely confident.

Xuanyue Fairy saw slight smile at the corners of his lips and became curious: “Young Friend Kunwu Xie, have you seen through something?”

Xie Buchen looked back at her once. Although not very familiar with this fairy, he still answered: “When preparations are thorough, intention slackens; when commonly seen, suspicion doesn’t arise. It appears to want to lull the enemy with normalcy and conceal truth to cross the ocean, but actually should be wanting to crush enemy morale and create a diversion to strike elsewhere.”

Xuanyue Fairy was stunned hearing this.

Xie Buchen smiled and looked toward the tide-like retreating Extreme Domain ghost soldiers, deep and brilliant light flashing in his eyes. He murmured as if talking to himself: “Soon…”

“Soon!”

Almost at the same moment, Jian Chou stood among the retreating Extreme Domain ghost soldiers several li diagonally behind Ghost Gate Pass and sighed like this.

At some point, she had changed back to her original attire.

Lian Zhao’s black robes were gone, the glass red hairpins from her head were gone, the delicate ornaments tied to her snow-white bare feet were gone—only a clean, efficient moon-white outfit remained, her back straight, tall and graceful, her face showing the composure of remaining unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before her, her eyes holding the confident, assured smile of having everything under control.

Once again the outstanding Jian Chou of Yashan!

Qu Zhengfeng still maintained Xiao Mou’s sickly appearance, his long hair tied behind him with a silver cord, but without the consumptive sickness he needed to display before others, he rarely shed some of the Sword Emperor’s dignity due to this outfit, actually revealing some romantic elegance.

He glanced at Jian Chou and also smiled.

But he asked her: “Aren’t you worried at all that no one on the Nineteen Continents side can understand what you’re actually doing and won’t be able to respond correctly?”

“What’s there to worry about?”

Jian Chou looked back at Qu Zhengfeng once, then turned her gaze back to the battlefield, looking far toward the Nineteen Continents side as if trying to see through the distant void to make out someone’s figure.

“Kunwu does have clever people after all…”

Clever people?

Qu Zhengfeng could already understand who Jian Chou was referring to, but what appeared in his mind was actually another famous figure from Kunwu.

He smiled and asked: “Seeing you’ve changed clothes, I presume you’re ready to enter battle personally?”

“Not now—the good show is yet to come.” Jian Chou didn’t deny it. “The Yin-Yang Realm war restarted nearly twenty days ago—it’s time to win the first battle and take the first city!”

Moreover…

She stood with hands behind her back on this high rocky desert, letting the blade-like fierce wind blow her robes, recalling the shock of that sword blast that shattered half of Lord Chu Jiang’s body at Ghost Gate Pass watchtower that day. She sighed: “I’ve carried my sword for too long—I just want to test its edge!”

That—

The edge that belonged only to Yashan’s Heaven’s Line!