Wang Butcher said anxiously, "What do we do? If they keep fighting like this, one side will have to collapse completely before we can determine the victor."

"But, it will be difficult for Li Po to comprehend the dao of the sword!"

Old Liu shook his head and said, "Jun Jixue's decision this time is a bit too idealistic."

Lin Xian, who was being pulled by the ear, suddenly said, "It was you who thought too highly of it. Enlightenment can be gradual or sudden."

"Gradual enlightenment is a step-by-step process. Sudden enlightenment is a result of accumulated experience."

"Li Po hasn't experienced a past like Qu Mo's, and even Qu Mo's 'Past' sword technique only has the form but not the spirit."

"Let him comprehend the dao of the sword and cut off the past, do you think he can do it?"

"Stop it now! If you don't stop, Li Po won't be able to comprehend the dao of the sword, and it's questionable whether he can even save his life."

Lin Zhao panicked immediately, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Lin Xian said, "If I had said it earlier, would you have believed me? You're all fixated on making Li Po comprehend the dao of the sword, treating him like the protagonist of a fantasy novel. You're all hoping that he'll break through in a moment of life and death, and dominate everything. Would you believe anything I said?"

"Shut up!" Lin Zhao stomped hard on Lin Xian's foot, stopping him from saying the rest of his words.

Xiao Ying was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, "What do we do now? Make them stop!"

"They can't stop!" Old Liu shook his head with a solemn expression, "They've been caught up in two powerful forces. Unless one of them dies on the spot, they won't be able to break free from the external forces. Otherwise, no one can stop them."

Wang Butcher raised his knife and shouted coldly, "Xiao Huan, cover me! I'm going to separate them!"

The Grandmaster Realm Three Stages are equivalent to the Earthly Fiend experts. Now, the only one who can rush into the battle and separate me and Jun Jixue is Wang Butcher.

"I'll help you!" Wang Xiaohuan was about to get up when Wang Butcher stopped him, "You can't move. These mountain ghosts are no match for the elites of the Reincarnation Division. You have to help Ye Yang mobilize the Netherworld evil ghosts. If you move, we'll lose!"

As soon as Wang Butcher finished speaking, he rushed towards the edge of the battlefield.

Zhu Zining's voice came again, "The Liangjie Hall is breaking the rules and disrupting the competition. The Reincarnation Division should uphold justice."

As her voice faded, two Law Enforcement Elders at the Earthly Fiend level emerged from the crowd and blocked Wang Butcher's path.

Wang Butcher was fighting two opponents alone, and although he wasn't at a disadvantage, he couldn't break free for the time being.

The duel between me and Jun Jixue had also reached a fever pitch.

The mad dragon transformed by Jun Jixue suddenly rolled back and rushed out. The Heavenly Fiend Sixteen Riders were the first to disperse their formation, making way for Jun Jixue.

The disciples of the Reincarnation Division behind them, seeing the mad dragon transformed by the saber energy approaching the front of the formation, subconsciously wanted to dodge, but they seemed to be imprisoned in place by some kind of force, watching helplessly as the cold, glittering dragon shadow approached them.

Just one second later, blood rained down and limbs flew everywhere in the crowd.

The strange thing was that the corpses that were killed were piling up in one direction, gradually forming a blood-colored platform.

"Not good!" Old Liu's expression changed drastically, "Ye Yang, withdraw the formation, quickly!"

"I can't withdraw it!" Ye Yang shook his head slightly, "The White Tiger commands a thousand troops, and blood forges the Emperor's platform. This is their true feng shui formation. They want to rule the world, so I can only start a rebellion."

As Ye Yang spoke, he took a step forward, his long sword pointing diagonally at the sky. Thousands of wronged souls howled sharply, arranged their formations, and prepared to launch the final attack.

Old Liu said in a deep voice, "Wang Xiaohuan, once this batch of wronged souls is killed in battle, you must immediately open the yin-yang barrier and guide the wronged souls to replenish the army. Even if we have to pile them up with ghosts, we have to pile them to death."

Wang Xiaohuan clapped his hands again, and the second batch of white lanterns in the camp roared into the air. After being arranged in a circle, they slowly sank from the sky and pressed into the snow half a foot.

The candlelight in the lanterns was also replaced with a faint green fire, which was a sign that the white lanterns were receiving the Netherworld.

The white lanterns shattered, the gates of hell opened, and countless evil ghosts would surely descend upon the human world.

When Old Liu looked at Zhu Zining from a distance, the woman standing behind her was also looking at Old Liu with a smug sneer.

She was the true planner of this great battle—Feng Xin, a nominal disciple of the Nine-Headed Fox Demon Yu Qingzhu.

As she made eye contact with Old Liu, her lips trembled slightly, and her cold voice came from afar, "Divine Strategist and Ghost Calculator?"

"My master said that among his disciples, only two are invincible: the Divine Strategist and Ghost Calculator, and the One Who屈指鬼神(Qūzhǐ guǐshén)."

"If you encounter the Divine Strategist and Ghost Calculator, escaping is victory. Because none of us can escape the plans of the Divine Strategist and Ghost Calculator."

"If you encounter the One Who屈指鬼神(Qūzhǐ guǐshén), dying is winning. Because if you encounter the One Who屈指鬼神(Qūzhǐ guǐshén), you can't die even if you want to unless he nods in agreement."

"I see that the Divine Strategist and Ghost Calculator is nothing more than this!"

Old Liu remained silent with a frosty expression.

At this time, Lin Zhao grabbed Lin Xian and pulled him to his side, "Tell me, are you going to help or not?"

"No..." Lin Xian waved his hand and said, "Don't mess around. If we move that card, it... it won't end well!"

Before Lin Xian could finish his words, Jun Jixue was already standing on the high platform built from the corpses of the Reincarnation Division's disciples, like an emperor descending, his sword suppressing mountains and rivers.

"The Eight Desolations and Six Directions, I am the Supreme!"

Jun Jixue's strongest strike, with the aura of a king and the domineering spirit of a world, crashed down.