Chapter 834

A crisp crack of shattering bones came from Shen Xiu's back, and he slammed into the mountainside like a kite with its string cut. Amid flying rubble, the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth glowed with an eerie purple light beneath the moon. His meridians tore with agonizing pain, yet within those pitch-black eyes, two points of ghostly blue fire flared to life.

"This body... is indeed still too much of a strain." Shen Xiu wiped the blood from his lips, driving the fingers of his right hand deep into the rock face. He could feel that long-dormant power within him awakening, like ten thousand venomous snakes slithering through his veins, ready to burst from his body at any moment.

The middle-aged man stood suspended in midair, surrounded by nine phantom skulls. Each skull spewed dark-green poisonous mist, corroding all vegetation within a hundred-foot radius into charred blackness. "Hand over the Nine Nether Underworld Record, and I will leave you an intact corpse."

Shen Xiu gave a low laugh, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his fist. When his master had given him this ancient Forbidden Technique years ago, he had sealed three pages within it with a blood curse. At that moment, a burning sensation suddenly came from his left eye, and the crimson sigil hidden deep within his pupil began to circulate.

"You want the Underworld Record?" He slowly straightened, while spiderweb-like cracks suddenly crawled across the mountain wall behind him. "First, ask my puppets!"

Before his words had faded, the entire valley suddenly shook violently. From the earth that had been scorched by Black Flames earlier, dozens of charred corpses twitched and climbed to their feet. Ghostly blue soul-fire danced in their eye sockets, while the click-clack of turning gears echoed from their shattered chests.