Jun Jixue's laughter still echoed in the snowy mountains, but a voice reached my ears: "Thank you!"

Feisha?

As I wondered, I heard Feisha's voice transmission: "I've never seen the commander smile like that. He's always been so lonely."

"I know. He wants someone to talk to as well, but he doesn't have any close friends."

"The Sixteen Riders are loyal to the commander, but we are ultimately his subordinates. A ruler and his subjects can trust each other, but they can never truly confide in each other. That's the difference between a ruler and his subjects."

As I subconsciously looked at Jun Jixue, the third temple appeared silently in the snow like a ghost.

Old Liu said in a deep voice: "Xiao Ying, take Nie Xiaochun and Qin Xin into the third temple. Be careful and protect yourselves."

Xiao Ying slammed her hands on the back seat of the motorcycle, and her body floated backwards, landing on the snow. While still in the air, she pulled out two sections of a spear shaft from her back. By the time she landed, the spear shaft in her hand had already become one.

Xiao Ying carried the long spear diagonally and ran quickly towards the temple. Surprisingly, she didn't leave a single footprint on the ground.

Treading on snow without a trace!

That was the first time I saw Xiao Ying take action, and I rediscovered her strength.

Before long, she disappeared with two blood umbrellas flying in the air.

The fourth temple appeared, and Butcher Wang and Wang Xiaohuan entered the temple with white lanterns, causing ghosts and demons to wail for miles around.

The fifth temple: Hei Ye Xiao led Yun Shang and broke through the door.

When the sixth temple appeared, Old Liu jumped off the motorcycle, shaking his folding fan, and walked towards the temple door: "May your path ahead be smooth, my lord. Thank you, Commander Jun, for accompanying us all the way."

Jun Jixue waved his hand slightly, and the Sixteen Heavenly Fiends galloped towards the top of the mountain. The seventeen motorcycles stirred up snowflakes, like seventeen white dragons, roaring ferociously, crossing the mountains, their soaring fighting spirit pointing straight at the towering peak.

Before long, the Sixteen Heavenly Fiends approached a cliff.

Opposite the cliff stood a temple, and in front of the temple gate were hundreds of snow piles in the shape of humans, arranged in a swallowtail pattern for a hundred meters, the tips pointing directly at the cliff.

Jun Jixue raised his hand and said, "The Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall) monopolizes six temples; our Supervisory Division can't be looked down upon!"

"Sixteen Heavenly Fiends, listen to my order! Break this temple!"

Eight of the Sixteen Heavenly Fiends retreated a hundred meters with their motorcycles, then suddenly accelerated and charged madly towards the opposite side of the cliff. In just one second, eight motorcycles soared into the air.

The heavy motorcycles only covered half the distance when the eight riders, in perfect unison, shouldered launchers with steel claws and pulled the triggers. Eight ropes, each with a grappling hook at both ends, flew towards the cliffs on both sides simultaneously.

The eight motorcycles then fell towards the abyss below the cliff. Before the motorcycles crashed, the riders simultaneously leaped off their vehicles, stepping onto the ropes suspended in the air.

In an instant, the sound of eight iron claws gripping the rocks rang out crisply, and the snow piles on the opposite cliff shook violently. One by one, corpses dressed in sackcloth, amidst the swirling snow, unfolded their figures in anger and lunged towards the edge of the cliff.

The riders, who had already gained their footing, drew curved sabers from their backs and threw them towards the opposite cliff.

Eight snow-bright saber wheels howled wildly through the air, and the eight riders, stepping on the ropes, chased after the saber wheels towards the opposite side.

In an instant, the saber wheels severed the throats of the corpses, and blood spurted wildly in mid-air. The eight riders also landed on the snow, caught the returning curved sabers in their hands, and charged into the enemy ranks.

The mere eight of them were like fierce tigers, invincible wherever their blades passed. In just a moment, they had cleared an open space on the cliff.

"Let's go!" With a wave of his hand, Feisha, along with the remaining riders, drew their wild goose wing blades from their backs, held them to their sides, and stepped onto the ropes to charge up the opposite cliff. Four of them held back the enemy, while the remaining four stood in an eight-shaped formation on either side, bowing slightly: "Welcome the commander and the heroes of the Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall) across the cliff!"

Jun Jixue laughed heartily: "Brother Li, let's go!"

Jun Jixue calmly walked across the cliff, while Feisha and the four riders still stood respectfully on both sides, as if the fighting behind them had nothing to do with them.

Jun Jixue paused slightly: "I'll leave things here to you. No matter what, don't let any divine servants up the mountain."

After Jun Jixue finished speaking, he didn't care what Feisha's reaction was and walked calmly towards the depths of the snowy mountains: "Brother Li, have you noticed anything different about the distribution of the nine temples?"

I said in a deep voice: "The nine temples represent three worlds."

"The bottom three represent the ghost realm, the middle three represent the mortal realm, and the last three temples, located at the highest point of the snowy mountains, represent the divine realm. The abyss we just crossed represents the huge chasm between humans and gods."

"The last three temples are also divided into upper, middle, and lower levels."

"The temples on the lowest level represent the place where the servants of the gods reside. If I'm not mistaken, the corpses sitting outside the temple all come from the Reincarnation Department. Mortals, even if they become servants of the gods, they don't even have the qualifications to enter the temple!"

Jun Jixue nodded: "That's the difference between humans and gods."

"Perhaps, this is also the world we are in."

"I think the next temple shouldn't be far away."

As Jun Jixue spoke, the eighth temple suddenly emitted a violent tremor, an earth-shattering sound, like the roar of a god, or a fatal warning.

Jun Jixue looked up at the closed gates of the temple, revealing a hint of a cold smile.