# Chapter 2373: The Last Day
"Princess Luo, we have already waited four days. When exactly will we launch the attack on the seventh Dark Star? If you are worried that Chi Emperor is too powerful, we can harass them from a distance and gradually exhaust their saint qi. Doing nothing like this is too passive!"
Blade Prison Emperor had come to see Luo for the sixth time.
If not for Gu Chenzi and Yi Xuan Great Saint stopping him, he would have long since led the Undying Blood Clan's Great Saint cultivators away to deal with the Heavenly Slaves on the seventh Dark Star alone.
Blade Prison Emperor was extremely anxious in his heart. Now that Zhang Ruochen had finally left, he could finally spread his wings and help the Qitian Tribe collect more points. Yet Princess Luo had led the two clans' cultivators into hiding, hesitating for a long time, not daring to make a move.
Once Zhang Ruochen returned, he would lose the initiative again.
How could he not be anxious?
Inside the seven-cornered palace, Luo was calm and composed, practicing calligraphy.
She said, "Our enemies are not just Chi Emperor and the seven hundred Great Saint Heavenly Slaves on the Dark Star. There are also the Upper Three Clans, the Yama Clan, and perhaps some hidden Hundred Shackles Great Perfection Great Saints. At this moment, if they do not move, we cannot move either."
Blade Prison Emperor said, "Maliciously attacking cultivators from Hell Realm deducts five thousand points at a time. Killing one deducts five hundred thousand points. They all cherish their points now. Would they dare to attack us? There are only a few cultivators like Zhang Ruochen who operate outside the rules."
Luo continued practicing calligraphy calmly, "They won't strike first. Instead, they will force us to strike at them. When that happens, it will be us who lose the points."
"If we don't make a move, no matter how much they pressure us, it won't work." Blade Prison Emperor said disdainfully.
"Slap!"
Without any warning, Blade Prison Emperor was slapped by Luo.
Blade Prison Emperor was stunned, and then a surge of anger spread from his chest and abdomen.
What does this mean?
Princess Luo might be extraordinary, the daughter of Emperor Luo Yan and Divine Mother Tianyin, born with supreme nobility. But this emperor was no ordinary cultivator either. How could she strike him whenever she pleased?
And she hit his face.
This was humiliation, pure humiliation.
A Great Saint could be killed but not humiliated.
Luo Sheng Tian, who had been silent all along, stood up from his seat. He made no move and released no aura, yet Blade Prison Emperor's raging anger was suppressed by him.
Luo smiled sweetly, "This is how they would pressure you! Eh? I was just demonstrating, Blade Prison Emperor. Why are you getting angry?"
Angry was an understatement.
If Luo Sheng Tian had not been standing nearby, no matter how many reasons Princess Luo had, just for this slap, this emperor would have at least broken one of her hands.
What restraint? What patience?
None of that existed.
He, Blade Prison Emperor, represented the face of the Qitian Tribe. With his face damaged, what patience was there to speak of? A slap delivered created a mortal enmity.
Blade Prison Emperor's face tightened, and he said coldly, "Was Her Highness the Princess demonstrating? Would the Upper Three Clans and the Yama Clan humiliate this emperor in such a manner?"
Luo shook her head, "No, their methods would not be so shallow. But when the time comes, the slap would not be on your face, Blade Prison Emperor, but on the face of the entire Undying Blood Clan. Once the Undying Blood Clan loses all face, will you fight or not? Will you take the initiative to attack them?"
The Heaven Hunting Battle was essentially a competition among the ten clans, an all-around competition.
If the Undying Blood Clan ended up losing all face after the battle, even if they secured first place, they would face endless ridicule.
Luo continued, "Just now, I slapped you, but the Myriad Realms Divine Eye did not deduct any points. Isn't that interesting? So-called rules have too many loopholes and are completely useless."
Blade Prison Emperor glanced at Luo Sheng Tian, calmed down, and said, "I am curious. How would they make the Undying Blood Clan lose all face?"
Luo gently shook her head, "In this Heaven Hunting Battle, which clan has lost the most face?"
"The Ghost Clan." Blade Prison Emperor said.
Luo said, "At the very start of the Heaven Hunting Battle, the Ghost Clan had their entire home star destroyed by Zhang Ruochen alone. That was indeed shameful. However, the Ghost Clan's number one strongman, Xu, died a heroic death and will be respected by all Ghost Clan cultivators. Moreover, the Ghost Clan was destroyed by a cultivator from our own Hell Realm side. Zhang Ruochen is a figure who appears only once in an eon. Losing to him is not that shameful."
Blade Prison Emperor's eyes narrowed, "Is Her Highness the Princess referring to the Stone Clan?"
"Exactly."
Luo said, "Lei Emperor was the representative figure of the Stone Clan, the controller of the Supreme Sacred Artifact, yet he fell at the hands of Heavenly Slaves, and even the Supreme Sacred Artifact was taken. The cultivators of Hell Realm will not pity him. They will only curse him and curse the entire Stone Clan. He not only disgraced the Stone Clan but also the entire Hell Realm."
"Imagine if our two clans now go to attack the seventh Dark Star. Those Heavenly Slaves, including Chi Emperor, will definitely see us as their greatest enemy."
"If the battle reaches a fever pitch, and the top experts of the Upper Three Clans and the Yama Clan suddenly strike and ambush us. They don't need to ambush many people. Just you, Blade Prison Emperor, me, and my imperial brother. If the three of us fall into Chi Emperor's hands or are killed by him, what would be the consequences?"
"If Chi Emperor humiliates us, and the cultivators of the Rakshasa Clan and Undying Blood Clan cannot conquer the Dark Star, then with a little provocation, the vengeful Rakshasa and Undying Blood cultivators would attack the Upper Three Clans and the Yama Clan. That would exactly fall into their trap."
Blade Prison Emperor's expression changed several times as he listened, and he also developed a hint of wariness toward Luo.
This woman's mind was too deep.
Perhaps she also wanted to use this method to deal with the Upper Three Clans and the Yama Clan.
Luo said, "Blade Prison Emperor, you have entered a blind spot. On the Heaven Hunting Battlefield, no matter how powerful the Heavenly Slaves are, they are just prey, just points, not our opponents. You can't even distinguish your opponents. No wonder you were once the Undying Blood Clan's number one strongman but could not represent the Undying Blood Clan in wielding the Supreme Sacred Artifact."
"Fine, I am convinced. I take my leave."
Blade Prison Emperor turned and left, but there was still a knot of resentment in his heart that he could not dissolve.
Thinking about the greater situation, he temporarily endured it. However, Princess Luo was so arrogant and overbearing. One day, he would teach her a lesson.
Luo naturally knew that Blade Prison Emperor hated her deeply, but what did it matter? A mere Blade Prison Emperor was not worth her concern.
Letting him hate and rage now was actually a good thing.
In this state, Blade Prison Emperor would be easier to use and easier to deal with.
The Rakshasa Clan and the Undying Blood Clan were both allies and competitors, competing for points.
Seeing Blade Prison Emperor about to walk out the door, Luo said, "No one dares to easily take the points on the seventh Dark Star, but there are other Heavenly Slaves on the battlefield. If Blade Prison Emperor finds it too boring, he can lead the Undying Blood Clan's cultivators to sweep them up."
After Blade Prison Emperor's aura disappeared, Luo Sheng Tian sighed, "Blade Prison Emperor is after all a strongman who has condensed a third-rank Sacred Intent. His future prospects are limitless. You shouldn't have offended him."
"I only slapped him. He wasn't injured." Luo said.
"You hit his face." Luo Sheng Tian said.
Luo said, "He was too stupid himself. If he impulsively led the two clans' cultivators to their deaths, we would be completely defeated. That slap can sober him up a little."
Luo Sheng Tian shook his head and planned to go after Blade Prison Emperor.
Luo said, "Has Imperial Brother swallowed the Quasi-Emperor Grade Sacred Intent Pill?"
Luo Sheng Tian shook his head, "Although I have comprehended some things from the 'Gui Cang,' I still only have a thirty to forty percent chance of cultivating a second-rank Sacred Intent. I plan to wait until the Heaven Hunting Battle ends, go into seclusion for a while, and make thorough preparations before swallowing the Quasi-Emperor Grade Sacred Intent Pill. Perhaps the probability will be greater."
Luo sighed, wanting to speak but stopping. Finally, she waved her hand, "Go! But remember, Blade Prison Emperor holds grudges. Apologizing to him is useless. Only with absolute and powerful strength will he submit and cut off his thoughts of revenge."
Luo Sheng Tian chased after him.
Luo sighed again.
This imperial brother, though appearing mighty and domineering, was actually indecisive in character, even more hesitant than Zhang Ruochen. Zhang Ruochen was only hesitant in matters of emotion. In major matters, he was always decisive and resolute.
Condensing a second-rank Sacred Intent only had two outcomes: either success or failure. There was no such thing as a thirty to forty percent probability.
Even if there was only a sliver of possibility, other cultivators would have long swallowed the Quasi-Emperor Grade Sacred Intent Pill instead of holding onto it, letting their confidence in impacting the second-rank Sacred Intent gradually collapse.
A second-rank Sacred Intent required great mental fortitude and great boldness. How could it be condensed otherwise?
Luo could be certain that once they left the Heaven Hunting Battlefield, her imperial brother's Quasi-Emperor Grade Sacred Intent Pill would be forcibly taken back by their father. Because her imperial brother was no longer capable of condensing a second-rank Sacred Intent. Swallowing it would be a waste.
Indecision was a major taboo.
"Both Wujiang and my imperial brother have lost the qualification to impact the second-rank Sacred Intent. Who will be the next to fall?"
Unconsciously, Luo wrote the name "Yan Huangtu" on the sand table.
"It should be Yan Huangtu. He cultivates the Imperial Path and must defeat all the strongmen of his generation, accumulating momentum to its peak, before he has a chance to condense a second-rank Sacred Intent in one go. Unfortunately, he was born in the wrong era and is destined to be a supporting role in this age."
Luo erased Yan Huangtu's name and finally wrote the names of Que, Yan Wushen, and Zhang Ruochen on the sand table.
In the fourth row, she also wrote the names of Lan Ying and Bore, but put a question mark after them.
"Tai Shang personally refined a furnace of Sacred Intent Pills. He clearly has high hopes for this generation of cultivators and wants to help them. If in the end only Zhang Ruochen cultivates a perfect second-rank Sacred Intent, the old man will probably be quite disappointed." Luo muttered to herself.
...
Time flew by.
Unknowingly, dozens of days had passed. It was already the last day of the Heaven Hunting Battle.
During this period, the Upper Three Clans, the Rakshasa Clan, and the Yama Clan had all sent top experts to attack the Heavenly Slaves on the Dark Star. Of course, they mainly harassed rather than engaged in full-scale battle.
The Heavenly Slaves on the Dark Star had almost no casualties.
However, their saint qi was massively depleted, leaving them in an extremely weakened state.
If not for the mutual restraint among the various clans of Hell Realm, they would have long been wiped out.
Apart from the seventh Dark Star, the Heavenly Slaves across the entire Heaven Hunting Battlefield had been cleansed again and again by the cultivators of various clans, almost completely eliminated.
The Undying Blood Clan's points still ranked first at ninety-two million.
The Yama Clan's points ranked second at eighty-two million.
The Underworld Clan ranked third at forty-one million.
The Rakshasa Clan ranked fourth at thirty-nine million.
The Death Clan ranked fifth at thirty-five million.
The Bone Clan ranked sixth at thirty million.
The Shura Clan was seventh, the Corpse Clan eighth, the Stone Clan ninth, and the Ghost Clan tenth.
The reason the Undying Blood Clan's points showed negative growth was that many of their clansmen were killed, deducting nearly ten million points.
Additionally, Yan Huangtu captured tens of millions of Undying Blood Clan clansmen, brought them to the edge of the seventh Dark Star, and brutally killed them in front of the Myriad Realms Divine Eye.
At that time, the entire void was filled with screams and wails.
The images spread throughout the ten clans of Hell Realm.
The Undying Blood Clan's Great Saints could not restrain themselves and attacked the Yama Clan cultivators.
Thus...
The Undying Blood Clan's points were deducted again.
At that moment, Blade Prison Emperor finally understood deeply what it meant to lose face, what humiliation meant, and what it meant to be forced to act. He knew points would be deducted, yet he still could not control himself and had to charge forward to fight.
Luo's slap had not woken him up.
But Yan Huangtu's slaughter had woken him up.
...
Yan Wushen and Yan Huangtu stood side by side in the void, gazing at the stars filling the sky.
Yan Huangtu asked, "Having obtained the opportunity from our home star, you should have condensed a second-rank Sacred Intent by now, right?"
"We should all understand that the most important thing on the path of cultivation is to always forge ahead and climb higher peaks. A mere Sacred Intent is just a scenery before our eyes. How we write the future is more important than this." Yan Wushen did not directly answer his question.
But Yan Huangtu already had his answer. "This is the final battle. No matter what, we absolutely cannot lose to the Undying Blood Clan, even if we have to use despicable means."
Such things as torturing and killing Undying Blood Clan clansmen were things Yan Huangtu would have disdained to do before.
But for the sake of the Yama Clan, he had to do it.
"Means are neither noble nor despicable. There is only the difference between useful and useless." Yan Wushen said.
Yan Huangtu said, "Next, I will go to the Undying Blood Clan's home star and find all the Undying Blood Clan clansmen. As long as I kill them, the scales of victory will tip in our favor."
Yan Wushen said, "The Undying Blood Clan's home star has been fortified like an iron wall. Going there will be extremely dangerous."
"I am not going alone. The entire Bone Clan's cultivators are coming with me." Yan Huangtu said.
Yan Wushen said, "Take all of the Yama Clan's formation masters and talisman masters, as well as the Eight Life and Death Sons. They can restrain the Undying Blood Clan's formations outside the star and divert their attention. That way, after you enter the star, you can easily wipe out Yu Huang and the Undying Blood Clan's formation masters and talisman masters in one fell swoop."
Although one of the Eight Life and Death Sons had died, another Hundred Shackles Great Perfection Great Saint was quickly selected to fill the position.
Of course, the Indestructible Undying Grand Formation formed by such Eight Life and Death Sons would certainly not be as good as before.
Yan Huangtu showed a surprised expression. "If I take all the strongmen away, what about your side?"
"I have my own methods, and I will soon come to the Undying Blood Clan's home star to rendezvous with you. At that time, with the two of us joining forces, the entire situation of the Heaven Hunting Battlefield will be controlled by the Yama Clan. We will use practical actions to tell the entire Hell Realm that the Yama Clan's position as the supreme clan cannot be challenged by any other clan." Yan Wushen's long hair flew in the wind, his gaze sharp, and flames seemed to burn in his pupils.
Nebulae churned, and air currents surged, as if foretelling a world-shaking great battle was about to arrive.
Yan Huangtu said, "Then I will first cut the Undying Blood Clan's points in half. If we are going to fight, we will beat them into the mud and let them forever remember the might of the Yama Clan."
"Be careful of Zhang Ruochen." Yan Huangtu reminded.
Yan Huangtu had already soared away, and his voice came back, "In the face of the general trend, even if Zhang Ruochen has heaven-defying abilities, he is like a boat in the water, instantly capsizing and shattering into pieces."
"Yes, in the face of the general trend, how can one person's power turn the tide?"
Yan Wushen turned and left, entering the dark space. Moments later, he appeared before the cultivators of the Upper Three Clans.