The lingering black mist left behind by the Netherworld King felt like the residual horror of a nightmare. The persistent stench of sulfur and decay in the air served as a constant reminder of the brutal reality of the battle that had just transpired.
Lin Xinghe forced down the roiling blood within her chest. Starlight flickered in her eyes, waxing and waning like trembling stars in the night sky. She knew that the Netherworld King would never let the matter rest; this brief peace was merely the calm before the storm.
The Vermilion Bird circled around her excitedly, his fiery form casting a reflection across her pale face. He could not stop praising her. "Good! Good! Good! As expected of the successor chosen by the Sword Saint! That strike just now truly possessed a fraction of the Sword Saint's demeanor back in the day! Hahaha!" His voice was booming, carrying the gratification of one who had weathered the vicissitudes of life, as if he beheld the dawning light of hope.
Chapter 134