The Nether Lord brandished the Jade Scepter, sending the wind whistling through the air, an eager look spreading across his face.
Xuanming's face darkened. He raised a hand and pressed down lightly.
The Nether Lord abruptly froze, then gave an unwilling roar and dissolved into wisps of nether mist that scattered into the Great Void. He was, after all, a manifestation of Xuanming's mystique. Even with life bestowed upon him by the jade seal's imprint, he could hardly escape Xuanming's fundamental control.
Xuanming turned toward Chu Mo, who had raised the Two Forms Sword once more, unable to conceal the astonishment in his eyes. After so many years of cultivation, he had believed his mastery of [Netherworld] could advance no further, yet today's events had made it feel strangely unfamiliar.
Root origins could actually be used like that?
"Sect Master, how did that ambush feel?" Chu Mo asked with a smile.
Xuanming pretended not to hear. He separated the Cave-Visions Banner from the command seal, suspending one on either side of him. Then he activated the Netherworld Prison and sent it crashing down upon Chu Mo.
Seeing this, Chu Mo unfurled the Profound Banner as well. Countless Yin Spirits emerged bearing death, and a dark, fathomless heaven descended among them.
The two traded blows, unleashing their respective arts and turning the Great Void upside down with their battle.
Though one of Xuanming's key methods had been sealed, his cultivation remained profound and his divine abilities exquisite. Every attack carried the overwhelming momentum of the Netherworld, forcing Chu Mo back step by step. The terrifying prison cowed the primordial spirit; the Netherworld Laws were stern, binding life and death.
Though Chu Mo wielded authority over both life and death, his cultivation was ultimately a little inferior, leaving Xuanming a cut above