"etc!"

Huang Zhong's expression changed drastically, and he chuckled coldly: "If the strategist were to become a ghost and side with the living, perhaps this invincible general would also want to taste the strategist's flavor. Yes... eat him... Ghosts are inherently selfish. Why should this invincible general follow the thoughts he had when he was alive? Why should he submit to the strategist?"

"Would you exist without living people?"

Suddenly someone responded to Huang Zhong's words, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and encircling him, allowing Huang Zhong to feel the warmth of a living person's body.

Huang Zhong's eyes suddenly turned red, and he stared at the other person with a fierce look that seemed to devour him.

"Want to eat me?" Fang Zong asked.

"you……"

Huang Zhong was in no hurry to make a move. With his archery skills as terrifying as a god of archery, his eyes were naturally sharp, and his eyes actually looked in different directions.

Fang Zong was right next to him, so theoretically he could only see Fang Zong's profile. But a mysterious feeling allowed him to see Fang Zong's entire body clearly, so he could hit Fang Zong with an arrow from any angle.

"Not bad for a longbow." Fang Zong fiddled with Huang Zhong's ox-horn bow.

Huang Zhong sneered, "This is the Ten Thousand Stone Bow that I, the Undefeated General, used when I was alive. After thousands of years of being tainted by the aura of death, it is absolutely no less than an ordinary magical artifact. And..." His face darkened, "What did you just say to me, the Undefeated General?"

"I said without your mother, you wouldn't exist. Besides..."

Fang Zong looked at Huang Zhong with an expression that said, "You shameless liar!" and said, "Isn't the invincible general Zhao Zilong of Changshan? You, Huang Zhong, at least feigned surrender once during the Battle of Red Cliffs, right? And you even got your butt all beaten up?"

"You're asking for it!"

"I am Fang Zong."

Huang Zhong was filled with an extremely chilling ghostly aura, which was about to explode, but Fang Zong's light "self-introduction" made all the ghostly aura shrink back.

Fang Zong noticed that Huang Zhong was trembling all over and asked in surprise, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm not...afraid!"

Huang Zhong spoke as if trying to bolster his own courage, his expression shifting between light and shadow, causing the Ten Thousand Stone Bow to tremble. He said coldly, "Everyone says you're incredibly powerful, that you can subdue ghosts, but you haven't even dared to release a single photograph of yourself. I really don't believe you're that strong. I... am a great ghost at the third stage of the Divine Power Transformation!"

"Good courage, come and shake hands."

Fang Zong grabbed Huang Zhong's hand and found that Huang Zhong's palm was wet, sweating profusely. He saw that Huang Zhong's body was radiating a ghostly green light from his supernatural small world, and his body was gradually differentiating. Huang Zhong was indeed a terrifyingly powerful expert at the third stage of supernatural power, possessing the power of the Netherworld Transformation.

"Humans have three souls and seven spirits, and the Netherworld Transformation is the separation of the three souls and seven spirits."

Fang Zong spoke softly, his eyes brightening. He was looking forward to seeing the Netherworld Transformation's abilities, but after thinking about it, he felt it wasn't the time to joke around.

The City Without Tears has begun construction, and the reason it is named the City Without Tears is to prevent similar regrets like those of "Little Sister Di" from happening again. Little Sister Di was able to awaken this time, but what if she encounters something even more terrible in the future?

He needs strength, he needs the most trustworthy... his own pair of iron fists!

"Before, if you didn't do evil, I wouldn't deal with you," Fang Zong said, still holding Huang Zhong's hand as if shaking hands with an old friend, but his eyes were as cold as an unmelting glacier, devoid of any emotion. "Now it's different. You either enter the City of No Tears and accept its jurisdiction, or I'll kill you right here. Don't worry, because not only in Shimen City, but in every county, city, village, and even the most desolate wilderness in the entire Eastern Kingdom, I won't let a single wild ghost remain. Those stubborn ghosts will all go down to join you."

"You want to make enemies of all the ghosts in the country?" Huang Zhong's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Fang Zong as if he were a madman.

"It's not just ghosts, but all monsters and gods. I've made it clear that what I want is an Eastern Kingdom without internal strife. I think I was wrong before. Instead of fighting and killing after mistakes are made, prevention is better." Fang Zong chuckled and said, "However, I won't be too unreasonable. For example, the Ten Gates Market. If you don't submit, I'll kill you, and the other ghosts will submit. As for monsters, if anyone doesn't submit, I'll kill Black Robe. Let's see if Black Robe wants to fight me or help me build the Loess Plateau. Of course, the same goes for gods. I'm waiting for the Jade Emperor and Buddha."

"You can't succeed!"

"Let's give it a try, let's start with you."

"You can't keep me here. Even if you can defeat me, you can't possibly keep someone with the power of the Netherworld Transformation..."

As Huang Zhong spoke, he unleashed a particularly strange power. Fang Zong saw several Huang Zhongs appear three hundred meters away and eight hundred meters away, and after a quick count, he realized there were eight in total.

"Even if I can't escape, my Netherworld Transformation clones can escape, and each clone can transform into the original at any time."

Huang Zhong was intimidated by Fang Zong's reputation. Before the fight even started, he was already thinking about running away. The nine figures, including his true form, laughed in unison: "Fang Zong, no matter how famous you are, you are still not at the third level of the Divine Power!"

"Very likely...it will happen soon."

Fang Zong closed his eyes and gently tapped Huang Zhong's hand with his fingers.

"Pfft!" The nine 'Huang Zhong's' coughed up blood even more in unison, and the zombies' hard surfaces became somewhat loose, as if they were starting to soften.

"My power..." Huang Zhong roared in shock and anger, "Fang Zong, what kind of evil magic did you use? Why have I lost a large part of my power? You... Pfft!" Before he could finish speaking, he vomited blood again.

The zombie spewed out purplish-black blood. Huang Zhong tried to use the clones created by the Netherworld Transformation to escape, but the eight clones returned shortly after fleeing, clutching their chests in pain. The peak-level ghosts nearby also wanted to escape, but after glancing at the armored ghost, they unconsciously stopped in their tracks, staring at Huang Zhong with terrified expressions.

"The Invincible General is only at the spell-level now?"

"They only shook hands for a short while... their strength has greatly diminished, and... they can't escape..."

The ghosts trembled, completely terrified, and muttered under their breath.

Under their gaze, Huang Zhong also kowtowed and begged for mercy. The eight clones and the main body no longer cared what kind of 'evil magic' Fang Zong had used. They knelt at Fang Zong's feet and roared, "I was wrong!" "Spare me!" "I am willing to lead the ghosts of the Ten Gates City to the Loess Plateau to build the City of No Tears" and other such words.

"Excuse me,"

Fang Zong opened his eyes, and the dark pupils emitted an eerie light, as if the entire Netherworld was hidden within them.