Seeking Death (Part 3)

Ling Yun sensed it, yet he had no way of stopping it, allowing You Yaozong to plunge the knife into his heart.

To his surprise, he was actually injured!

Pain!

That knife was unusual!

Blood immediately spilled from the corners of his mouth as he clutched his chest in agony, his complexion turning ghastly pale before he offered a self-deprecating smile. As he dropped to one knee, the reassembling Underworld Domain ground to a halt.

"Ha-ha, King of Hell, go to hell!" You Yaozong laughed up to the skies, his wicked plot successful!

Ling Yun did not speak, a cold smile lingering on his lips...

"Did you notice your power draining away right now?"

"Surprised?"

"You bastard, do you know how much I hate you?"

"You brought this entirely upon yourself..."

"Why, during the Battle of the Gods, did you not die? Why did you have to survive?"

You Yaozong kept roaring, his eyes bloodshot, growing more agitated by the word until he looked entirely like a madman.

Ling Yun stood up, pulled out the Dark Blade, and said, "Not a bad knife. Boy, state your final words." After speaking, he kept a cold smile, his pupils pitch-black and terrifying, resembling an abyss.

Water Elder saw this and shivered instantly. Had he not witnessed this very gaze firsthand during the Battle of the Gods?

You Yaozong swallowed hard, his heart panicking to the extreme. He thought to himself: how could this be? Was the Dark Blade ineffective? What about stealing the power of the King of Hell?

What kind of gaze was this?

"Impossible, go and die!"

The more panicked and furious You Yaozong grew, the more a blade materialized in his right hand—another divine artifact!

Sparing no effort, he circulated true qi through his entire body, gripped the blade,