“What are you doing! Hurry up and make a move.” Ye Xiu finally lost his patience and flashed behind Old Liu. His Yan Dao flashed, and his eyes followed suit, emitting an even stranger color. He mimicked what Ming Luosheng had done earlier, slashing his own arm with the Yan Dao. At this moment, the Yan Dao furiously absorbed his blood, igniting a blazing red flame as if gaining new life. Ye Xiu’s eyes flickered, thinking he had reached his peak state, and he uttered nonsensically, “Sea of Blood Siege.”

“Whoosh.” The Yan Dao instantly became enormous, almost scraping the ceiling. The sound roared like a violent storm, and the blood water from the heavens immediately poured out of the Yan Dao in an unstoppable torrent.

Xiao Xiu Luo manifested his body, intending to flee, but unexpectedly, his entire form seemed drawn by the Yan Dao, making it impossible to move. Helpless, he summoned all the Ghost Dolls within the arena to shield him, believing this might save him. Unforeseen, the churning sea of blood shook heaven and earth, and the entire scene was plunged into a world of blood due to this swift attack.

“I didn’t expect that besides the Blood Master Ming Luosheng, someone else could summon the waters of the Styx Sea with just a single blade!” Xiao Xiu Luo found it incredible and could only accept his fate, but Ye Xiu caught every word of this statement perfectly. Looking at the entire scene again, the encroaching sea of blood instantly retreated into the Yan Dao after tasting the scent of fresh blood. The room, previously littered with mangled limbs, instantly became spotlessly clean.

“Hoo…” Ye Xiu let out a long breath, slowly descending from the sky, watching as Xiao Xiu Luo’s head also turned to dust under his gaze.

Old Liu also caught his breath and walked to Ye Xiu’s side, asking, “Just now, Xiao Xiu Luo said that besides Ming Luosheng, you can also summon the Blood Sea of the Styx—what exactly is this ability? And those eyes just now, I’ve been puzzling over them endlessly.”

Ye Xiu’s gaze hardened, and he looked at Old Liu with some annoyance: “Are you asking me this question again? I genuinely don’t know why I possess this ability. I suspect there is something peculiar about Ming Luosheng’s Blood Light Yan Dao.”

“Alright, let’s not discuss this now! We can ask Ming Luosheng later to clarify,” Old Liu waved his hand, not wanting to put too much pressure on Ye Xiu. If he couldn't handle it, he might go mad like he did against Guan Si Yan, and Old Liu would lose a friend and helper. However, something seemed to dawn on him: Ye Xiu was inherently an anomaly, so anything related to the Underworld being connected to him was not entirely surprising.

“Forget it, let’s keep moving downward,” Ye Xiu felt that the Blood Light Yan Dao was quite comfortable to wield. He pointed to the stone gate ahead, “You saw the boundary marker just now; this door leads to the upper passage of the main channel of the Styx.”

“Ice Flame Twin Blade Demon God Statues!” Old Liu was already standing beneath the stone gate. The gate was the same shape as before, with two ferocious-looking statues carved on either side. To call them statues was a stretch; their muscular contours and physiques far surpassed those of ordinary humans. Another noteworthy point was that each held a massive, long blade in its hands.

Ye Xiu slowly walked up and noticed the carvings on the two blades. One blade radiated a curved halo along its body, while the other emitted a straight, sharp aura: “Once we deal with these two fellows, we can reach the end of the Styx?”

“Rumble.” Dust and smoke immediately billowed out from within the stone gate. As the door opened, a square arena appeared before the two of them. Before they could react, two sharp sounds whistled toward them, and two points of light suddenly converged beneath their feet.

“Go!” As Ye Xiu roared, his body already sprang several feet away. He had worried that Old Liu wouldn’t know how to dodge, but to his surprise, Old Liu’s figure had already vanished into the surroundings. “When it comes to running for your life, truly no one surpasses you.”

The two beams of light followed the strange flickering movements of the two men. Ye Xiu could only leap forward, finally misstepping on one point and accidentally triggering a sky-piercing pillar of ice.

“Whoosh!” The ice pillar shot up from the ground, beautifully striking upward, intending to impale Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu flipped, bracing himself on the pillar with one hand, and used the momentum to spring higher. Little did he know, the pillar was not inanimate; it grew taller as Ye Xiu rose.

“Black Flame!” Ye Xiu raised both hands, sending several streaks of flame shadows toward the ice pillar, attempting to erode it. The Black Flame slid repeatedly across the pillar, only managing to melt specks of ice slag, having no effect on the column as a whole. Seeing the danger, he controlled the Yan Dao to join the fray. At this moment, two beams of light struck the ice pillar at their respective angles and speeds, frantically chipping away at the ice. Although they couldn't completely destroy the pillar, they managed to slow its ascent.

Meanwhile, on Old Liu’s side, a purple light followed his agile movements. Unlike the ice pillar attacking Ye Xiu, wherever this purple light passed, the ground erupted in raging purple flames. Old Liu’s figure flickered in and out of existence around the arena, and the string of purple fire carved continuously undulating patterns on the ground, leaving him nowhere to land.

“Be careful,” Ye Xiu roared, signaling him with a look. Old Liu immediately understood the situation. He looked over; the ice pillar beneath Ye Xiu was nearly forcing him into a dead end. He had a sudden inspiration, his figure blurring as he instantly appeared beside Ye Xiu. Looking at the scene, the purple fire continued to follow Old Liu’s trajectory. When it reached the ice pillar, the flames burned straight upward, instantly melting the massive column.

“Hoo…” Ye Xiu finally caught his breath and drifted gently to the ground, while Old Liu also let out a long sigh, his body slick with cold sweat. “This Demon God is clearly not simple. This opening welcoming display alone has left us scrambling.”

“There really are two statues inside here,” Old Liu pointed toward Ye Xiu. “The light sources just now came from them.”

Ye Xiu glanced dismissively and spoke with composure: “Although the attacks just now were formidable, they offered us a hint, didn't they?”

Old Liu smiled and nodded: “The Ice Flame Twin Blades—the two Demon Gods are indeed one controlling ice and the other flame. It seems they are showing us the method to break through.”

“Heh heh, what kind of insects are speaking down there?” At this moment, a statue suddenly flashed with light. A figure about the height of an ordinary person was squatting on top of the statue. The muscular structure of his body was somewhat abnormal, yet in his hand, he firmly grasped a long and powerful blade.

“This fellow has no head?” Old Liu was greatly shocked, retreating several steps in fright. “The blade in his hand is identical to the one on the stone gate.”

“Hahahaha! Brother, you woke me from my sweet dream.” With a change in tone, a similar figure appeared on the other statue. Neither had a head, but both held a long blade swaying in their hands.

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