A blood rain drenched everyone, like the beats of a giant drum, starting from half of Quzhou, spreading to the entire world, forever changing this corner of heaven and earth.

"Did the killing spree truly begin?"

And in front of Menghu Pass, there was still the main part of the Food Protection Army, Iron Threshold King, the White Armor Army, and a group of No-eating Bull Disciples, military strategists, and fierce generals, all of whom guessed Yang Gong's intentions but still appeared incredulous.

"He... he emerged from Mingzhou, his fame flourishing, and already bears the aura of an Emperor's Minister, yet now he seeks a killing spree, could it be that he..."

"Does he not wish to be the Emperor?"

"More than that?"

A No-eating Bull Disciple sighed softly, saying, "Not only can he not be the Emperor, but he may not live until the world sees a new Emperor."

"After this, his reputation will be ruined, the world will hate him, fear him, wishing to kill him swiftly..."

Looking up, the boundless blood rain poured down on the world, everything between heaven and earth was permeated with the overwhelming scent of blood; reaching out to touch the raindrops felt as cold as a blade upon the body: "The boundless massacre begins here, the world's tribulation is impending."

"We've immersed ourselves in the Path for half a lifetime, yet never imagined there would be one technique that surpasses all our imaginations!"

"Now... now what should we do?"

Soon someone asked anxiously, while the Think Tank Iron Mouth glanced at the dark Menghu Pass, within which Blood Floating City remained, along with Quzhou's noble families and capable people in the Path.

Another night, Blood Floating City should come out of the pass. Every nightfall before, they trembled in fear of being exterminated by Blood Floating City.

Strangely, at this moment, they weren't afraid, but simply set up the incense table, prepared to burn paper in sacrifice to the heavens; yet once the incense table was set, he suddenly felt uncertain.

"The murderous aura is too heavy, my cultivation is inadequate, should we invite the Big Senior Brother from the Golden Character Sect instead?"

Before deciding whether to ask for help, someone approached leisurely: "Make way, you don't know how to handle this murderous intent, leave it to me!"

Iron Mouth witnessed the visitor's demeanor, feeling a bit of reverence, he whispered: "May I ask the expert..."

"Heaven is deceased, yellow heaven shall rise, year of Jiazhi, world peace."

The person casually uttered these sixteen words, then approached to pick up the Wooden Sword and yellow paper: "In terms of seniority, you should call me Master Uncle, but no need to bow, I don't care for it."

Iron Mouth hurriedly moved aside, witnessing from afar General Qiao Yun, Daluo Dharma Sect disciple Old Calculation, and others with peculiar names like Old Sorghum, Bamboo Leaf Green, Yubing Shao, all gathered there, watching the person take out paper.

This massacre, though terrifying, must be used. It's precisely employing this murderous intent to break through Menghu Pass, hence the incense table is set.

Burning paper to gods, to strengthen the world.

Iron Mouth hesitated, knowing it's correct but not knowing how to write the declaration, as to some extent, he felt the noble families of the eight prefectures and twenty counties were innocent.

Yet Green Ant Wine, hesitating not, wrote directly before the incense table:

"Heaven creates all things to nourish the people, the people have no good to repay heaven."

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill! Disloyal declared killable!"

"Unfilial declared killable! Unkind declared killable!"

"Unrighteous declared killable! No courtesy, no wisdom, no faith men!"

"King of Mingzhou declares: kill! kill! kill!"

"I was not born to hunt deer, disinclined to build the Golden Platform in the capital."

"..."

"This is..."

Iron Mouth and a group of No-eating Bull strategists and strange people, upon seeing a few words from afar, suddenly turned pale with fear, staggering back several steps, their necks feeling an incessant chill.

This is not homage text nor paper document, it is inherently the thick murderous aura."

Even as he wrote these bizarre verses, the world rumbled and responded, the blood rain from above gathered more towards this place, blood-red lightning splitting the heaven above their heads.

Except around the incense table, the gathered ones, aside from Old Calculation, tilted their heads in admiration of Green Ant Wine's verses, smiling.

Sweet potato even swayed slightly, sighing: "Truly cultured, I only knew there are frogs in Daming Lake." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Enough."

Green Ant Wine put down the pen, smiling: "King of Mingzhou struck the first blow, already unleashing the vast divine killing force, yet to accumulate needs time, and we will lend him a hand!"

Speaking, he swung his wide sleeves, under the sky of rolling blood rain, held the yellow paper high, chanting loud, his voice resounding within and beyond Menghu Pass, then burned it to the ghostly gods.

His voice was indescribable, appearing in this heaven and earth, suddenly causing transformations.

As if the entire realm trembled slightly, silently.

Words of blood, sounds terrifying.

The poem is not a curse, yet more potent than any curse; when Think Tank Iron Mouth recited it, Menghu Pass inside and out fell silent, everyone felt their necks grow cold.

And when this poem was forbidden to the ghostly gods, only then was the world filled with gusts of cold winds, the blood rain intensifying, even the one lantern-glistening red over the army was suddenly draped in a layer of more vibrant blood aura.