In the surface world, at the Blood Qin Empire's imperial palace, Ying Zheng, in his World-Ending Black Jiao form, spewed black venomous blood as he crashed down from the sky in miserable condition. The flesh on his body twitched, his scales dissolved, and his organs, muscles, and bones were all collapsing beneath the corrosion of the Screeching Lord's venom. Ying Zheng howled hoarsely in agony, huge tears continually rolling from the corners of his eyes.
The World-Ending Black Jiao rapidly shrank, gradually dwindling to seven or eight meters long before reverting to Ying Zheng's true form. His true body was now miserable beyond words. A large patch of flesh had fallen away from his neck, black poisonous blood streamed endlessly from his seven orifices, a huge gash split open his belly, and his organs were nearly spilling out.
Lin Qi floated in midair, coldly watching the Screeching Lord, whose body had been cut into two halves. Scalding blood sprayed from its severed body as the Screeching Lord fixed Lin Qi with a venomous stare, repeatedly releasing shrill roars of fury. "Who are you? How dare you offend our great—"
A sword beam a thousand times more brilliant and intense than the sun burst forth. The Screeching Lord's body abruptly disintegrated within that sword light, becoming countless fragments that shot in every direction. Yet the sword light drew those fragments inward, grinding away even the Screeching Lord's final trace until nothing remained but ashes.
Countless Fallen Gods cried out in disbelief. Those who had been fiercely assaulting the Blood Qin army all froze in stunned silence. Ximen Hutu emerged leisurely from the gradually fading sword light, holding a long blade of grass and wearing a languid, elegant smile. As the ancestor of the Ximen Clan, Ximen Hutu grinned frivolously and repeatedly