155: Chapter 155 Seven-Star Demon Envoy, Eight-Star Ox-Head and Horse-Face

He hadn't expected this at all.

The Four Great Demon Underworld Envoys are the guardians of the River of Oblivion, responsible for managing the animal souls in the Netherworld World. Leopard Tail manages land animal souls, Bird Beak manages avian souls in the sky, Fish Gills manages aquatic souls in the water, and Wasp manages insect souls. Their duties have no direct connection to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, but the infiltration of the Hell's power has strengthened the power of the River of Oblivion. As the guardians of the River of Oblivion, the Four Great Demon Underworld Envoys naturally benefited as well.

Su Bai took a deep breath, the curve of his lips widening.

The Ten Layers of Hell not only allowed Ox-Head and Horse-Face to break through to eight stars but also pulled the Four Great Demon Underworld Envoys from six stars to seven stars.

An unexpected surprise.

He looked down at his remaining Power Of Faith.

[Remaining Power Of Faith: 77,811 points]

Seventy-seven thousand eight hundred and eleven points.

Not enough to construct the eleventh layer of Hell. The eleventh layer, Stone-Pressing Hell, requires one hundred thousand points.

Su Bai shook his head; he wasn't in a hurry. After the semifinals ended, regardless of whether he won or lost, he would receive another sum of federal credits. If he beat Ye Qingxue and advanced to the finals, it would be 500 million. If he lost, it would still be 500 million.

But.

He didn't want to lose.

Su Bai withdrew his consciousness and exited the Netherworld World.

He lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, and began to simulate the battle with Ye Qingxue three days later in his mind.

Chaos World. Chaos Domain. A fifty-mile radius, lasting thirty breaths. Within the domain, all rules fail, and all order collapses.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation will fail. The power of oblivion from the River of Oblivion will fail. The City God's Judgment of the Underworld will fail. All skills relying on the power of rules will fail.

But the instincts of Hero Units will not fail. The Ghost King's swordsmanship will not fail, Black and White Impermanence's soul-hooking techniques will not fail, Ox-Head and Horse-Face's escorting abilities will not fail, Golden Shackles and Silver Locks' soul-restraining power will not fail, and Meng Po's medicinal soup mastery will not fail.

The Chaos Domain only lasts thirty breaths. After thirty breaths, rules return and order is reconstructed.

He only needed to hold out for thirty breaths.

Su Bai opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashing in his grayish-white pupils.

Thirty breaths. That's enough.

He stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, in the void of the Tianyuan Arena, four points of light flickered. Those were the four contestants for the semifinals.

Di Wudao, Jun Luoyu, Su Bai, Ye Qingxue.

Four points of light, two colors. The gold of Di Wudao and Jun Luoyu, and the grayish-white of Su Bai and Ye Qingxue.

Su Bai looked at the grayish-white point of light across from him and fell silent for a moment.

"Ye Qingxue."

He softly whispered the name.

...

Three days later.

High above the Tianyuan Arena, the voice of the eye of destiny was louder than ever, carrying a rare, almost solemn gravity.

[Semifinals · Second Match]

[Red Side: Su Bai, Tianxuan Star Sector · Qinglin Province, Netherworld World, Peak Rank 6.]

[Blue Side: Ye Qingxue, Tianquan Star Sector · Guixu Province, Chaos World, Peak Rank 6.]

[Both sides, please prepare.]

[Countdown: Sixty seconds.]

Sixty-seven star sectors, thirty-two trillion viewers—all light screens switched simultaneously to the footage of this duel.

There were no other images, no split screens, and no commentary. Only a vast void and two worlds docking within it.

On the viewing platform of Qinglin Province, thirty million people were pin-drop silent. No one cheered, no one shouted, and no one waved flags. Everyone watched the grayish-white figure on the light screen, even their breathing growing light.

Chu Kuangren stood at the very front of the viewing platform, the wine bottle in his hand already squeezed out of shape. Wine dripped through his fingers, but he was completely oblivious. His lips trembled; he wanted to say something, but his throat felt as if it were blocked by something.

Chu Zhentian sat behind him, his fingers hovering above the armrest without descending. His eyes were fixed on the three characters for "Ye Qingxue" on the light screen, a tiny hint of gravity deep within his pupils.

The Old Principal stood in a corner of the viewing platform, his cloudy eyes wider than ever, his lips trembling slightly as if reciting a silent prayer.

On the viewing platform of Tianji Province, Jun Luoyu sat cross-legged, the invisible sword on his lap letting out a low hum. His eyes were half-open, but countless sword intents swirled deep within his pupils.

"Chaos against the Netherworld," his voice rang like a sword's hum. "Rules against anti-rules. This match is even more exciting than mine."

On the viewing platform of Zhongzhou Province, Di Wudao held a teacup, the tea within remaining perfectly still. His expression was as calm as water, but his fingers gently rubbed the side of the cup—a movement he only made when nervous.

"Ye Qingxue," his voice was very low, as if squeezed from his chest. "Can your Chaos Domain swallow the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"

Tianyuan Arena, Core Control Room.

Tian Heng stood before the eye of destiny, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest. His movements were slow, each tap seeming to use all his strength.

The voice of the eye of destiny rang in his mind.

"According to current data analysis, Su Bai's win rate is 51%, and Ye Qingxue's win rate is 49%. This is the closest win rate prediction of this Zhuangyuan Competition."

A tiny, almost imperceptible curve lifted the corner of Tian Heng's mouth.

"51 to 49. Netherworld against Chaos. Rules against anti-rules."

He paused.

"Let it begin."

The countdown reached zero.

The world bridge docking was complete.

Grayish-white Yin Qi and grayish-white chaos collided in the void.

There was no roar, no explosion, only an eerie silence.

The two types of grayish-white intertwined, eroded, and merged in the void, like two rivers flowing in opposite directions meeting—neither compatible nor repelling, simply coexisting in silence.

Su Bai stood in the center of the world pod, looking at the world opposite him.

The Chaos World.