Among the Underworld, Judge Cui was not the strongest, but his talent was the greatest—of course, that was excluding Su Xin.
Judge Cui was not yet fifty, and the Cui Family bloodline had given him exceptionally broad meridians. Whenever he struck, his explosive power was astonishing.
At his age and with his strength, he would have been as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin horn anywhere else. But compared to Su Xin, Judge Cui had nothing to be proud of.
After all, he had personally watched Su Xin rise from a mere Xiantian Martial Artist to where he was now. Yet his own cultivation was now merely on par with Su Xin's—what was there to be proud of?
Judge Cui might be competitive, but he was not jealous. To be surpassed by another and then harbor resentment—that was no longer the behavior of a petty man, but of a weakling and a coward.
Su Xin knew that Judge Cui's words had only been a joke and did not take them to heart. He merely asked, "By the way, why have you two come here?"
Houtu was still the current ruler of the Underworld. Though Judge Cui had only recently entered the Yang Spirit Realm, his combat strength was astonishing. Even if Su Xin fought Judge Cui without using consumables, the odds of victory would be fifty-fifty.
It could be said that these two represented the very pinnacle of the Underworld's Yang Spirit Realm combat power. For them to come here, it was clearly no ordinary matter.
In her cool voice, Houtu said, "I heard that Murong Longqie swallowed a True Dragon Inner Core. I happen to be very interested in that thing, and even if Murong Longqie has already begun refining the True Dragon Inner Core, I am