But Zhao Fu had a better method, one that mainly relied on Black and White Impermanence. They came from the Netherworld; although they too belonged to the Death Clan, they specialized in restraining ghosts. There could be no one more suitable to deal with them.
Black and White Impermanence came from influential Netherworld families and commanded quite a few techniques. Like that terrifying forbidden art from before—the summoning of the Six Paths Demon Idols. Everyone had witnessed that world-destroying power firsthand.
Unfortunately, it had been instantly slain by the Wild Azure Dragon. The Six Paths Demon Idols had already memorized Zhao Fu's aura, making another summoning impossible. Otherwise, Great Qin would have gained another powerful means.
"Your Highness!"
The moment Zhao Fu stepped into the City God Temple, everyone knelt in salute.
Zhao Fu nodded lightly, then swept his gaze over the crowd and asked, "Are you prepared? Are there any oversights?"
"Your Highness, rest assured, we've already prepared everything. If anything goes wrong, make sure you punish the two of us properly!" Hei Xiaojie said with a seductive smile, emphasizing the word "punish" with an obvious hidden meaning. Bai Xiaoya stood there with faintly flushed cheeks.
Zhao Fu rolled his eyes at her without saying anything, then led them onto the Great Wall. Anti-ghost measures had already been put in place within the wall. Since the Ghost Festival was itself an extremely dangerous occasion, the common people had not participated this time and had obediently remained indoors to avoid unnecessary casualties.
Many generals had already arrived as well. Seeing that everything was ready, Zhao Fu ordered them to begin. Soldiers started pouring barrel after barrel of fresh blood beneath the city walls. Most of the blood came from various wild beasts, though there was no shortage of human blood