Ye Xiwen ran the Underworld Emperor through with a single sword thrust, the surging power on the blade tearing the wound wide open.
The Underworld Emperor struggled to pull Ye Xiwen's sword out, but how could Ye Xiwen possibly give him such an opportunity? He drove the sword down fiercely, giving the Underworld Emperor no chance to catch his breath.
"Aah!" The Underworld Emperor roared in fury, feeling all the strength in his body being drained away. This was something he had never experienced before; he simply could not believe it.
Yet no matter how he howled, it was useless. The Avici Sword was still taking away his vitality—or rather, the vitality of the three Underworld Lords he had possessed.
He did not particularly care whether those Underworld Lords lived or died. At most, they were merely a few subordinates. To put it bluntly, dogs like them were a dime a dozen.
Because of the characteristics of their cultivation method, experts rare enough to be seen once in a blue moon by other factions were nothing much in the Underworld Kingdom. There was no need to cultivate them personally anyway. One only had to find the corpses of experts and bury them using a secret technique, and they would become one's own people. The process could not have been easier.
But what he cared about was that he had actually been tricked by a junior and died at the hands of one.
"Damned human, you will regret this! My true body will soon awaken, and you will face the fear of death forever!" the Underworld Emperor roared.
"If you have the ability, then let your true body wake up right now." Ye Xiwen sneered. If the Underworld Emperor's true body could awaken so easily, it would not have remained asleep