In this world, there could only be one Show-off.
Bai Yi dodged to the side and cursed, "So you're allowed to show off, but other people aren't even allowed to strut a little?"
Lin Heng ignored him and walked straight over to the Crossing Ruler. Looking at Ye Wusheng's utterly desolate face, he clicked his tongue and said, "A mere Yin Luo, a mere Nether Immortal Lord, is nothing much after all. After thousands upon hundreds of years, the strong vanished and left their mantles to you, and in the end, all you learned was a scrap of fur."
"You only half-understood the Book of Life and Death, you can't even materialize the Life-Death Crossing Ruler, and as for the Life-Death Yin-Yang Scripture, the only holy scripture of the Underworld, you, the grand ruler of the Netherworld, actually didn't learn it as fast as me, a living person."
"I really can't understand what use sacks of wine and bags of rice like you are in the Epoch struggle!!"
Lin Heng's words were extremely damaging, and at the same time, extraordinarily insulting.
Ye Wusheng was pinned beneath the huge teaching ruler, his body already cracked under the pressure, yet even so, he still stubbornly retorted, "Xiao Muyu, it must be that slut playing tricks! The Netherwater inside Rebirth Prison is cut off from the Nether River. Even with the Life-Death Yin-Yang Scripture, it's only broken chapters and fragmented text. You couldn't possibly comprehend the complete art!"
"Oh... you mean the Immortal Yin is still helping us?" Lin Heng gave a soft laugh, lifted his foot, and kicked his head, then continued, "That's right, she is helping us. Of course, I also know she's using us..."
"Maybe she's using us to throw the Netherworld into chaos, or maybe to kill all you