"The Underworld hasn't even invaded, and you're already awakening your Blood Ancestor? You useless piece of trash!"
"Useless my ass! Get the hell away from me!"
As the Saint Master of Langhuan drew his sword, a bloody light surged into the sky, dyeing half the heavens red.
The Saint Master of Fusheng moved to dodge the blade's edge, not daring to meet it head-on. But a hand like an iron vise clamped down on him. He whipped his head around to see Lin Tang!
With his fleshless skull, he grinned. "Where do you think you're going?"
"You... bas...tard..."
The Saint Master of Fusheng's soul nearly fled his body in terror. Seeing there was no escape as the Shura Sword descended upon him, he could only grit his teeth and unleash his defensive aura to brace for the impact!
SWISH—
