Houtu's cold, clear voice pierced the night shrouding the Taiyin Demon Empress Xihe and reached straight into her Sea of Consciousness.
At that moment, Xihe shuddered in alarm.
In the blink of an eye.
Even as her night shroud concealed everything, hiding her true form in a state beyond the reach of any physical attack or law,
she sensed a Netherworld Sword ray, steeped in darkness, negativity, and the utmost yin softness.
Rip!
It sliced through the night.
That pitch-black sword ray tore an almost imperceptible fissure through her night shroud, which ordinarily could only be supplanted by Di Jun's supremely yang, unyielding sunlight.
Xihe could not help being secretly startled.
"Has someone so accomplished actually emerged among the Ancestral Witches? Could she be the Houtu of rumor, who left Mount Buzhou tens of millions of years ago and traveled personally to the Southern Continent, to the Dutian divine Chaos Heavenly River, joining the Spirit Vine School and becoming Vine Dao Venerable Lin Tian's Dao companion?"
As that thought crossed Xihe's mind, she summoned a streak of cold light shaped like a jade hairpin.
This cold light came from the Moon Palace Divine Art, an offensive technique originating from the Taiyin Star.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Utterly frigid radiance, equally yin-soft and all-embracing, scattered through the pitch-black night.
In the blink of an eye.
Carried by that mist, it collided violently with the Netherworld Sword ray Houtu had slashed horizontally from outside the night shroud.
Bang, bang, bang!
Explosion after explosion rang out within the darkness, where one could not see a hand before one's face.
The blasts erupted in a swift, urgent succession.
At that moment.
Houtu, who had formed a sword seal and delivered that slash,
had already taken hold of the Netherworld Sword and placed