Lin Xinghe stood at the peak of the Sword Tomb. The blood of the Netherworld King had not yet dried, and the air was heavy with the pungent scent of carnage.
Her heartbeat was as steady as a drum, and the Ninth Layer Sword Soul surged within her, rumbling deep inside her bone marrow like nine thunderclaps.
"The true inheritance has only just begun..." The Netherworld King's dying words still seemed to echo in her ears, carrying some ineffable, bizarre power that stirred ripples deep in her heart.
Chapter 189