"Chu Tian, Hui Mei has already obtained the inheritance of the Lord of the Netherworld. According to our previous agreement, everything else in the Netherworld Secret Realm belongs to my Asura Race."
Xiu Fu's hoarse voice boomed like thunder.
His face was paper-white. Forcibly spitting out so much heart's blood had drained his origin and greatly affected him, yet his eyes remained incomparably intimidating.
He raised his hand, and five Great Daos erupted beneath his feet. Gray light surged from his body. Although his aura was far more weakened than at his peak, his killing intent was so intense that the surrounding void trembled.
He took a step forward, his great hand reaching directly for the Netherworld Fruit Tree.
That hand was not made of flesh and blood, but condensed from Netherworld power. It blotted out the sky and covered the earth, its five fingers spread wide as it enveloped the entire fruit tree.
"Whoever dares move again, dies."
His gaze swept over Xue Hezi, over those nine people, over Chu Tian, over everyone.
There was no emotion in that gaze, only a madness carved into his bones.
The Asura Race had waited through countless eras and paid so much, only for the most important inheritance to be snatched away by an outsider in the end.
He could not fail to protect even what remained.
He could not let the Asura Race's painstaking efforts of hundreds of millions of years turn to nothing in his hands.
Xue Hezi smiled.
That smile was cold, cold enough to send chills down one's spine.
Standing at the entrance of the palace with his arms folded, he watched Xiu Fu's outstretched hand seize at the Netherworld Fruit Tree, a mocking curve lifting at the corner of his lips.
"Xiu Fu, were you beaten stupid?