Heaven Speaker

Above the ninth heaven, the Ink Lord appeared, scattering the fleshly bodies of the three peak masters and absorbing all the blood essence and soul power of the three.

The sudden change left everyone present without time to react. Only the blood-red remnants in their eyes reflected the true cruelty.

The red-robed figure shot into the sky, rage surging to the heavens. The killing intent upon his sword seemed almost tangible.

With a resounding boom, Star Soul shook the seven-colored light. Terrifying aftershocks raged across the sky as Ning Chen, furious beyond restraint and wreathed in killing intent, split open the ninth heaven with his sword.

"Old Ninth, it seems you have grown quite a bit again."

A strange light flashed through the Ink Lord's eyes. He turned his palm and knocked aside the blade, speaking slowly.

Ning Chen said nothing. He stepped forward and turned his sword, its edge incomparably sharp. Streak after streak of cold killing light flooded his vision.

"Excellent swordsmanship. No wonder Qi Huan was willing to die by your hand."

The Ink Lord blocked one sword light after another, his body wreathed in blazing, dazzling seven-colored radiance.

"You old bastard, today, you will repay every bit of the humiliation you inflicted upon us with your blood!"

Ning Chen flashed forward and raised his sword. Sword light startled the four wilds; the blade was so fast that even the eyes could scarcely discern it.

When hatred ran deep, killing intent filled the heart. The sweeping red robes resembled a Scarlet Dragon emerging from the sea, sword light crashing forth until heaven and earth fell silent.

The Ink Lord's gaze sharpened. He turned his palm against the sword light, the seven-colored radiance around him growing ever brighter until the entire sky was illuminated.

The setting sun fell,