As Yin Jiuling pressed a palm against the void, it felt as if Lin Yibing’s chest was hit by a force of a thousand pounds, his body instantly flying backward and crashing a thousand ters away, leaving a massive pit on the ground.
In the pit, the barely breathing Lin Yibing lay on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief, muttering to himself, "How is this possible... how is this possible..."
Yin Jiuling suddenly landing a palm that nearly killed Lin Yibing drew exclamations from the warriors on the ninth floor and the strong ones in Zhexian City.
"He defeated Lin Yibing with just one palm?"
"Sothing’s not right. Just now, Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing fought for hundreds of rounds without a clear winner. Why would Lin Yibing be defeated by Yin Jiuling in a single palm?"
Many warriors spoke in confusion.
Earlier, they witnessed the great battle between Lin Yibing and Yin Jiuling, neither side gaining the upper hand. Both maneuvered skillfully, but none anticipated Lin Yibing’s sudden defeat, leaving everyone baffled as to what had actually happened.
Xie Changqing and Zi Donglai looked at Yin Jiuling, with Xie Changqing faintly smiling as he spoke: "Looks like Yin Jiuling has had enough fun."
Zi Donglai laughed, saying: "Indeed, he’s had enough fun."
"I said before, in the fight between Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing, it mainly depends on when Yin Jiuling gets bored. Once he’s had enough, he can defeat Lin Yibing whenever he wants!"
Zi Donglai and Xie Changqing said with faint smiles.
After sending Lin Yibing flying with a casual palm, Yin Jiuling’s lifeless eyes turned towards the longsword that Wu He’s martial soul was thrusting at Lin Bai. A slight smile crept up on his lips.
"Still not awakening?"
"You are a Sword Cultivator, you should understand more than anyone that sotis you shouldn’t trust your eyes, or even your own heart."
"But you must also realize, at any mont, you must trust the sword in your hand!"
"You are a Sword Cultivator; the sword is you, and you are the sword!"
"Isn’t that so?"
Yin Jiuling’s voice echoed in the ninth floor, resonating in Lin Bai’s ears.
Rustle—
Within the Netherworld, Lin Bai fought fiercely, the Demonic Sword slaying one attacking ghost spirit after another under its blade.
Yet these ghost spirits were endless, impossible to completely kill!
Just as Lin Bai was at a complete loss, a voice suddenly echoed within this Netherworld.
As this voice resonated, Wu He’s Martial Soul, which had been standing atop the mountain watching Lin Bai, suddenly let out a piercing wail, as if its territory was being invaded by soone!
"You are a Sword Cultivator... The sword is you, you are the sword, you must trust the sword in your hand..."
The voice echoed.
"He’s right."
"In this world, anything can deceive you, because human nature is the greatest flaw of all warriors!"
"But the sword has no human nature!"
"It is humans who wield the sword, but likewise, it is the sword that wields humans!"
At this mont, it seed as if a flash of realization dawned within Lin Bai’s heart. Looking down at the Demonic Sword in his hand, gleaming with treasure light, Lin Bai said softly, "Demonic Sword Purple Hui, I’m entrusting you to lead out of this Netherworld!"
Lin Bai solemnly addressed the Demonic Sword.
When Lin Bai’s voice fell, the Demonic Sword emanated a strong glow, vibrating intensely.
At this mont, as Lin Bai looked around, he closed his eyes amid the swarming ghosts like a beehive, ceasing all resistance, surrendering completely to the Demonic Sword in his hand!
In that instant when Lin Bai closed his eyes, the Demonic Sword seed to awaken like a sword spirit, taking Lin Bai’s body with it, a flash of sword light breaking out of the encirclent of the ghosts.
A streak of dazzling sword light shot straight at the Martial Soul atop the mountain.
Slash—
The sword light pierced the Martial Soul, eliciting a chilling scream from it.
Upon hearing the scream, Lin Bai imdiately opened his eyes.
And just as Lin Bai’s eyes snapped open, Wu He’s sword point was already three inches from Lin Bai’s throat. If Lin Bai hadn’t awoken in ti, Wu He’s sword would have pierced his throat.
At that mont, Lin Bai abruptly raised his left hand, gripping Wu He’s Treasure Sword tightly, halting the sword point three inches before his throat, unable to advance an inch more.
Wu He looked at Lin Bai in shock and exclaid, "How could you possibly have escaped the Netherworld!"
At this mont, Lin Bai also looked at the Demonic Sword in his hand with lingering fear, feeling imnse relief. If he hadn’t been a Sword Cultivator, it was likely that no one else would have been able to escape the Netherworld!
"Scram!"
Lin Bai fiercely kicked Wu He in the abdon, sending him flying a thousand ters away.
And at this mont, Lin Bai looked up at the clouds above, where the grey-robed youth was looking down at Lin Bai with a faint smile.
In Lin Bai’s eyes, there was a touch of gratitude as he looked at Yin Jiuling.
Wu He climbed up from a thousand ters away, angrily shouting with a face full of resentnt, "Just a bit more, just a bit more, and I could have killed him!"
"Yin Jiuling, who told you to ruin my plans!"
"Martial Soul, kill Yin Jiuling for ."
Wu He shouted furiously and desperately.
At this mont, the shadowy Martial Soul, imbued with ancient power, roared, its gaze fixed on Yin Jiuling.
In an instant, Wu He’s Martial Soul Secret Skill targeted Yin Jiuling again, attempting to draw him into the Netherworld as well.
"Don’t look into the Martial Soul’s eyes."
At this mont, Lin Bai hurriedly warned Yin Jiuling.
Just upon arrival, Lin Bai had been drawn into the Netherworld rely by looking at this Ancient Spirit’s eyes for a mont, hence Lin Bai promptly cautioned Yin Jiuling not to look.
But Yin Jiuling just smiled slightly, eting the Martial Soul’s gaze, a sly smile playing at his lips as he spoke: "You think this re Netherworld can trap ?"
"I am a traveler on the Netherworld Path, a regular at the Naihe Bridge, drinking heartily with Yanluo, esteed as an honored guest by the Lord of Hell!"
"You wish to pull into the Netherworld?"
"Then let show you the scenery of Hell!"
Yin Jiuling looked into the eyes of Wu He’s Martial Soul, his smile growing more radiant, until a flash of spiritual light appeared in his grey eyes. In that instant, the Ancient Spirit let out a horrified scream, trembling all over, the black mist dissipating as if it had seen a scene that terrified it to its core!
"Ahhh—" The Ancient Spirit shrieked, exploding on the spot, dissipating into star-like particles, vanishing from Wu He’s body.
Slash—
Wu He spat out a mouthful of blood, looking deflated as he gazed at Yin Jiuling, incredulously saying, "What did you do to my Martial Soul, Yin Jiuling?"
Yin Jiuling chuckled, saying: "Wu He, did you not look down upon the warriors of the Soul-breaking Area? Isn’t it because you believe we’re a group of ghostly Luo Sha cultivators?"
"In that case, haven’t you heard the rumor...?"
"The Soul-breaking Area is the place closest to Hell!"
"I told you, I am a traveler on the Netherworld Path, a regular at the Naihe Bridge, sharing drinks with Yanluo, esteed as an honored guest by the Lord of Hell..."
"Do you think this re Netherworld could possibly imprison ?"
Yin Jiuling coldly laughed.
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