Boom!
The River of the Underworld surged sky-high, its bloody waves churning as it thundered toward Hai Fengming.
If it had merely been a mighty river before, the River of the Underworld now possessed the power to trample the seas.
Hai Fengming retreated step by step, his wall of law flickering. Struggling to defend himself, he coughed up blood, his face deathly pale and his body trembling.
The Underworld Lord smiled smugly. Treading upon the River of the Underworld, she raised her slender hand and closed the distance between herself and Hai Fengming, preparing to personally pluck this high-ranking Legalist School official's head from his shoulders and savor the wild exhilaration of spurting blood.
Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet, three feet, two feet, one foot—just as she came within arm's reach of Hai Fengming, he suddenly smiled and flicked a drop of ink from his sleeve.
The ink instantly pierced the Underworld Lord's protective magic power and landed between her brows. It spread, blossoming into an ink plum blossom that fed upon her power. Growing madly and unfurling branches, it became an ink plum tree in an instant, yet continued to grow.
"It worked!"
Hai Fengming laughed.
Since he had dared come here, he naturally had the means to protect himself. This ink had been bestowed upon him by Senior Inkstone and contained his Spirit Refining Dao intent. Even a mighty Spirit Refining cultivator would fall into grave danger if a moment's carelessness allowed the ink to strike them, suffering severe injuries at best and perishing at worst.
Hai Fengming had deliberately saved it for this moment, accepting grievous injuries to lure his enemy deep into his trap. He meant to catch the Underworld Lord off guard at the height of her smug complacency, kill her with one strike,