Fierce Demon

One of Ding Ling's main purposes in coming to the Underworld Society back then was to find the Sword Saint and learn Sword Twenty-Three.

Unfortunately.

He had searched every corner of the Earth Realm but still could not find any trace of the Sword Saint.

Thinking back on it now.

The Sword Saint had been completely rotted away into nothingness by a single strike of his Evil King's Ten Tribulations, without even leaving behind a drop of blood!

It would truly be a ghost story if he could find him.

"Didn't Duan Lang say that the Sword Saint came to the Underworld Society to seek revenge on Xiong Ba?"

"Apparently, there are some hidden circumstances that even Duan Lang couldn't investigate clearly."

"Mud Buddha..."

It was Mud Buddha again.

Did this fortune-teller really enjoy revealing the secrets of heaven so much?

Ding Ling couldn't understand it.

Wasn't it better to live a good life? Why insist on telling fortunes and divining the secrets of heaven?

"But since I've come to the Underworld Society..."

Ding Ling took one step forward. Light flowed beneath his feet, carrying him thousands of yards in an instant. With that single step, he arrived above the Underworld Society in the Earth Realm.

He looked down at the Lower Realm.

People from the Underworld Society streamed back and forth, weaving through one another.

Perhaps Ding Ling's battle with the Sword Saint had just frightened them. Many were shouting in panic, and just as some were about to flee, a figure abruptly appeared in the Underworld Society.

Boom!

The man was tall and imposing, like a demon or a god. Flames and lightning coiled around his iron fists. The moment he appeared, he charged into the crowd like a swirling black-flame tornado. Everything in his path, people and