"Woof, woof..." I barked twice at Feng Ruoxing, mimicking a dog. "Go back and tell Wang the Butcher to prepare a good meal. Maybe we'll be back in seven days to drink with him!"

As we joked, the Ye Yang Sword Formation was completed, and my Heavenly Devil Disintegration was once again building momentum.

Although Ye Yang and I stood back-to-back, we raised our arms in perfect unison!

Just as Ye Yang and I were smiling back-to-back, we suddenly heard Ye Mei's cry from behind the severed stone: "Ghost Deity Ye Mei, willing to sacrifice my true soul, begging the Ghost King to take action and save my child!"

Ye Yang and I were both shocked!

What was Ye Mei trying to do?

Sacrificing her true soul was tantamount to handing herself over to be enslaved by a high-level ghost deity, or even to be devoured as food.

Was she going this far to save us?

As we were reeling from the shock, a earth-shattering roar suddenly echoed through the void.

The three of us subconsciously looked up, only to see the void had been torn open, revealing countless eyes flickering like flames behind the rift.

The higher ghost deities had heard Ye Mei's sacrifice and were preparing to break through the barrier.

However, after merely glancing through the gap, they were mostly driven back by the soaring pillars of smoke and the chaotic dance of gods and demons.

After a moment, someone sneered in the void, "The injuries are too severe, and forcibly opening the gate of realms with a sacrifice has further damaged her origin. What use is such a ghost deity? Let's go!"

In an instant, nine-tenths of the ghostly eyes in the void vanished. Ye Mei cried out from behind the severed stone, "Don't go! My origin is still intact, I can still sacrifice! Please, don't go!"

A voice echoed from the void, "Alright! I won't go!"

"Thank you..." Before Ye Mei could finish speaking, that person coldly sneered, "I'm not leaving, I'm waiting to eat you after they die. There's a show to watch, and something to eat, why would I leave?"

"You..." Ye Mei fell silent, and we had no idea what had happened to her.

Feng Ruoxing turned to look at the rift in the sky. Although he didn't speak, the Dragon Spine Twin Blades in his hands radiated a chilling aura.

Since the ghost deity wanted to watch a show, it meant that none of us would be allowed to leave. Feng Ruoxing had to act, no matter how you looked at it.

As Feng Ruoxing gritted his teeth, he heard a cold laugh from the void, "When did it become your turn to watch the Coffin Gate's performance?"

"Seven Kill... I don't know..." Before the ghost deity, who had wanted to watch the show, could beg for mercy, it turned into a ball of phosphorous fire and shot out from the rift in the void.

That person's voice rang out again, "This marshal doesn't want to waste words. Anyone here watching the show can gouge out an eye and leave."

Someone immediately roared in anger, "Wang Hun, how dare you be so tyrannical? You..."

After another explosion of a ghost deity being crushed echoed through the void, Wang Hun's voice became even colder, "Gouge out an eye, and no one is allowed to make a sound. This marshal can't stand those wailing noises."

"Leave your eyes behind? Or leave your lives behind? The choice is yours!"

The rift in the void immediately fell silent. After a few short seconds, hundreds of evil ghosts carried a massive coffin, exuding a chilling killing intent as they broke through the barrier.

Looking from afar, I could only see a ghost deity wearing battle robes and holding a saber in his left hand standing at the head of the coffin.

Was that one of the two great coffin masters of the Coffin Gate, Seven Kill Ghost Marshal Wang Hun?

I had only heard of his name before, but as he stood alive before me, I couldn't help but feel a wave of trepidation.

Wang Hun raised his hand without a word, and with a grip in the air, he severed the pillar of smoke around the Nine Coffin Taoist. He turned to look at the roaring demon god in the distance and said coldly, "This is not your world, go back!"

The demon god roared, "We were invited by the Nine Coffin Taoist and crossed the realms. Do you dare to violate the orders of the Ancestral Master?"

"Hahahaha..." Wang Hun laughed wildly, "I, Wang Hun, stand tall and upright, and have never accepted anyone's favor, let alone been restricted by anyone."

"What if you were invited by the Nine Coffin Taoist? You think you can make me bow to you, these demon gods who want to reap without sowing, with just a few words? You're dreaming too early!"

Wang Hun didn't want to give the demon god a chance to speak. As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his saber and slashed at the demon god in the air with the force of cutting through waves.

As the saber light flashed, the demon god who had been speaking was instantly dismembered. The demons roared in fury, filling the sky with their howls. Lightning flashed wildly, and the wind screamed.

Wang Hun laughed three times and slashed wildly with his saber, sending eight crimson saber energies into the sky, cutting through clouds and fog.

Above the sky, blood light crisscrossed, and thunder rumbled. The roaring of the demons gradually faded away. In an instant, the clouds and mist dissipated, and the demons vanished without a trace.

Wang Hun turned to look at Ye Yang and me, and cupped his fist first, saying, "Seven Kill Wang Hun, greetings to my fellow disciples."

Ye Yang and I were slightly startled, and returned the greeting at the same time, "Two Realms Hall Li Po (Ye Yang), greetings Great Coffin Master!"

Wang Hun sighed slightly, "Don't you two want to use your identity as part of the Yin Yang lineage?"

I replied faintly, "The Yin Yang lineage no longer exists in this world. All that remains is the Two Realms Hall."

I was stating my attitude and waiting for Wang Hun's attitude.