His feet landed heavily, plowing a deep trench into the ground. Clearly, he was in his own dream now, but he felt as if his entire being was battered and his Divine Soul was fierce.

Ordinary people would wake uncontrollably after suffering a heavy blow in a dream, but it felt so real to him. He understood that this was because he had delved too deeply into the Netherworld Palace, where the depths of dreams and reality were indistinguishable.

Beside him, the Meng Family's Ancestor let out an inhuman roar. The characters for 'longevity' on his body were torn and tattered, shattered all over, pierced by countless spears, and even the grim ghost qi around him seemed to have dimmed.

Little Hongtang was also fresh from wrestling with a civil servant, having a lock of hair pulled out by that old man with a white beard, while Little Hongtang held a handful of his beard.

All three had suffered severe injuries and were in mortal danger.

"Though he is the son of a Seal Keeper, using himself as a bridge and delivering himself here is indeed better than those human world worships..."

And above, the Sixth Hall Emperor Ghost sinisterly gazed down at Hu Ma, shouting sharply: "Today, I shall borrow your body to return to the human world, allowing the mortals to once again see the presence of Emperor Yi!"

In a fury, he was already at a height, abruptly raising his hand, letting a thousand troops and horses fly out from his sleeve, fiercely charging at Hu Ma.

All were elite soldiers who had once helped him kill countless rebel armies, fiercely murderous. Even in death, under the transformation of Purple Qi, their savagery was not less than when alive.

Around him, civil and martial officials flew into the air, pointing at Hu Ma and shouting furiously, their words heavy and powerful, as if they wished to crush him into dust.

His true form remained in the human world, only entering the Netherworld Palace for One Incense. Although he had seized endless Purple Qi, he had acted by borrowing from the human world's massacre calamity. With that calamity hindered, Hu Ma, faced with the Sixth Hall Emperor Ghost, was already struggling.

But at this moment, Hu Ma felt a change from the human world.

He knew this change would inevitably happen, so he didn't worry. Yet, when he turned and saw what that Laozao brother did, his heart trembled, stirring an indescribable emotion.

Now, facing the fierce onslaught from the Sixth Hall Emperor Ghost, he suddenly slowed his movements, turned slowly, pointing the blade downwards, towards the human world, deeply bowing.

His eyes involuntarily grew moist, and he whispered to himself:

"Laozao Wine brother, you made a good move..."

"..."

With a sigh, he turned around, suddenly rushing forward, the second slash directly striking the vast expanse of ghostly shadows before him.

In the human world, east of Mingzhou, across the Four Prefectures and Seven States, millions of grievances illuminated Hu Ma's dream. This blade, initially diminished due to the hindered massacre calamity, abruptly surged with boundless fury, escalating its momentum.

The thousand troops and horses were cleaved into rolling Purple Qi under Hu Ma's blade, rushing like torrents behind him.

Golden words were less resonant than the Emperor's Great Saber resonating, clanging loudly.

The Emperor's Great Saber even directly split the Sixth Hall in half, the Emperor Ghosts of the Eighth Hall and Seventh Hall, originally useless, were sliced into two by that slash, then Hu Ma grabbed them, stuffing them into his mouth to voraciously consume.

Facing the Evil Blade already slicing towards his forehead, he felt the sky darken, his form shrinking infinitely small, while that blade hovering above him was terrifyingly fierce.

An unprecedented fear filled the heart of the Emperor, who once suppressed the rebel army and exterminated weeds in life. He only had time to shout out: "You, you... what is this?"

The Sixth Hall Emperor Ghost was exceptionally strong but couldn't comprehend why just moments ago his killing intent was insufficient, yet suddenly, there was such a fierce slash.

He couldn't understand, how did the rural villagers, once trampled like weeds under steel hooves, in a moment, bring such terrifying support to the one breaking into the Netherworld Palace?

"This slash is called..."

And as Hu Ma's face was illuminated by the blade's light, he appeared exceptionally grim, eyes slightly moist yet fiercely biting his teeth, his voice never louder, angry:

"Fear not if reasonable, Heaven won't take you, I will! Grievances of people's hearts even frighten Heaven, let you know..."

"...who's your father!"

"..."

As the shout echoed, it pressed against the half-collapsed Sixth Hall, astonishingly collapsing this Netherworld Palace, cleaving off the head of the Sixth Emperor Ghost.

Until this moment, the headless corpse of the Sixth Hall Emperor Ghost, with its tentacles, continued to mindlessly wave and grope.

The expression on his face, wore an unprecedented fear and bewilderment.