Boom!
Suddenly, a terrifying aura suppressed to the utmost extreme erupted, even shaking the entire Netherworld Secret Realm.
Xiu Fu withstood the combined bombardment of Chu Tian and Hui Mei wielding the Six Paths of Reincarnation, rising to his feet in the skies once more. His blood-red hair danced wildly, and he looked like a god of slaughter.
His arms had regrown, and the collapsed hollow in his chest had healed as well. Yet his face was as pale as paper. Though his aura had returned to its peak, it carried a decayed stench—power gained by burning his life force could not last long.
He lowered his head to look at his newly grown hands, and a mad curve lifted at the corner of his lips.
"Chu Tian, I possess the purest bloodline of the Netherworld Clan, inherited from the Lord of the Netherworld. Even if Shen You stood at the same realm as me, he might not be able to defeat me with certainty. You want to kill me across realms? You're overestimating yourselves."
"So what if you broke through to Emperor Venerable?"
"Borrowed power is borrowed power. It will never truly be yours."
"I bear the Netherworld Clan's bloodline. The power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation will have its lethality against me reduced to the minimum."
"You've joined forces—do you really think you can defeat me for certain?"
He raised his right hand, and a blood-colored spear appeared in his palm.
The spear was not tangible. It had been condensed from the blood essence and souls of countless Asura Race experts. The phantom of a blood sea flowed over its shaft, while the struggling figures of countless dead souls were reflected upon its tip.
Four ancient characters were engraved on its shaft—Asura Blood Spear.
An ancient killing