Above Underworld Palace, sword light blazed. In the instant Yellow Springs trapped the enemy and Time Restriction stole his life, ten thousand swords surged forth like a tidal wave, transforming into a rain of blades that slashed toward the old man ahead.
A fatal sword strike showed no further mercy. The torrent of swords drowned the void and swallowed the Ten Ancestors of Underworld Palace.
"I refuse to accept this! I refuse!"
Within the sword torrent, the Ten Ancestors of Underworld Palace's body gradually collapsed. The vitality taken away by Time Restriction scattered between heaven and earth, with no power left to turn the tide.
At the moment his fleshly body crumbled, the Ten Ancestors of Underworld Palace's soul left his body. His cultivation, having glimpsed the Fourth Realm, preserved a sliver of his life.
"Sword art, Dragon Phoenix Heavenly Burial."
Ning Chen's expression did not change. The sword force of the Phoenix Cry Sword in his hand shifted; dragon and phoenix intertwined in flight, striking at the former's soul.
The disembodied soul had yet to fully regain consciousness. Just as the Ten Ancestors of Underworld Palace was about to fall, Moluo Tian smashed away the Heaven Mending Pavilion's martial champion before him with a palm strike. His figure flashed, blocking the sword move, gathering essence in his palm to forcibly receive the killing blow.
"Ugh."
With a muffled groan, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Moluo Tian had gathered insufficient essence in his hasty defense and was immediately injured.
Yet, in that brief instant, the Ten Ancestors of Underworld Palace's soul behind him gradually regained consciousness. His eyes opened, and an immense pressure swept outward.
"You destroyed my body, so repay it with your life."
The Ten Ancestors of Underworld Palace stepped forward. The aura around him