"I never expected you, old lady Meng Po, to have such looks."
Qin Shaofeng sized up the curvaceous Meng Po before him.
"You ignorant brat, our appearances can naturally be changed at will. If you obediently drink the Meng Po Soup in my bowl, so be it. But if you refuse, I can only send you into this River of Forgetfulness, where you will never be reborn for all eternity!"
Meng Po's red lips parted slightly, and her words sent chills down one's spine.
"Meng Po, you are a divine official tasked with guarding the banks of the River of Forgetfulness. Now you cannot distinguish right from wrong. Aren't you afraid someone will accuse you of neglecting your duty?"
Qin Shaofeng narrowed his eyes. Yet the warning in his tone did not make Meng Po take him seriously.
"Within the territory of the River of Forgetfulness, it is my, Meng Po's, domain. Who would dare accuse me?"
Meng Po lifted her chin, every inch of her radiating unbridled arrogance.
A thought suddenly arose in Qin Shaofeng's mind. Since Meng Po was so disdainful of everyone, she must have someone backing her.
What kind of person possessed such immense power?
The only one who could serve as Meng Po's backer was that person!
"Hmph. If you want me, Qin Shaofeng, to drink Meng Po Soup and enter reincarnation, that is absolutely impossible!"
Besides, he still had many important matters left unfinished. He was not dead yet.
Everything before his eyes was merely an illusion.
In the previous two trials, he had defeated the Lord of Myriad Demons and the Blood Shadow Sect Master to pass. Did that mean that as long as he defeated Meng Po now, he could clear this trial and proceed to the next?
"Since that is so,