Fire Deity

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Above the starry sky, an Underworld Palace battle general blocked the way. Its powerful aura far surpassed that of the Underworld Palace Patrollers from before, its dense yin energy blotting out the heavens and covering the earth.

Seeing the newcomer, Ning Chen's expression darkened. Murderous intent could not be hidden in his eyes. Underworld Palace again—truly, their ghosts lingered without dispersing.

"Come back to the Underworld Palace with me. Otherwise, die," the underworld general said coldly.

Ning Chen swept out his right hand. Amid dazzling flames, a blood-red divine weapon appeared. The instant he gripped the sword, his entire body radiated chilling killing intent.

Without a word, his sword edge pressed for life. An ultimate sword, its killing intent piercing to the bone.

The underworld general retreated, avoiding the sword light. Yet the sword light clung to her like silk to bone, impossible to shake off.

"Your abilities are not bad. No wonder all thirteen envoys of my hall died by your hand."

The underworld general spoke coldly. Chains crisscrossed around her, blocking the sword light that had reached her.

"Next, it will be your turn," Ning Chen replied in a deep voice. The Star Soul Sword in his hand pursued the extreme. His assault was like a violent storm—attacking without defending.

After battle upon battle, the sword in Zhimiing's hand remained sharp, but the movements of his techniques were clearly no longer as formidable as before.

Having only just left the Divine Domain, he could not enter it again so soon. His blood-red long hair had returned to black,