Chapter 836

Surge. Cold light flickered in his eyes, as though he had already seen through every trick the old man possessed.

"Old bastard, your Netherworld Blood Curse is nothing more than a minor technique from the Nine Nether Underworld Record." Shen Xiu's voice echoed through the valley, brimming with endless mockery and contempt. "Today, I'll let you see what true Nine Nether power is!"

Before his words had faded, Shen Xiu's hands swiftly formed seals. The blood-red sigil in his left eye suddenly erupted with a dazzling crimson light. Like a giant dragon, the red light shot into the heavens, instantly tearing apart the darkness shrouding the valley. Wherever it passed, the power of the Netherworld Blood Curse melted away like ice and snow, and the old man's face turned deathly pale.

"How... how is this possible?!" The old man's voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief. "How could you possibly break the Netherworld Blood Curse?!"

Shen Xiu sneered as his body slowly rose into the air, hovering midair. The blood-red sigil in his left eye flickered with an eerie glow, as if boundless power surged within it. His voice was cold and majestic. "Old bastard, did you think the Netherworld Blood Curse alone could suppress me? How naive! Today, I'll let you know what true despair is!"

As his words fell, Shen Xiu abruptly swept his hands outward. The black aura around him instantly condensed into countless black blades. Like a torrential downpour, they swept toward the old man. Every blade carried endless killing intent, as if they would tear him to pieces.

The old man's expression changed drastically. His hands rapidly formed seals as he tried to use the Nine Nether Underworld Fire to block the blades' assault. Yet Shen Xiu's black blades seemed to ignore the existence of