Moonlight shattered into silver sand on the stone platform of the Secret Realm, and Lin Xinghe's wooden sword hummed like weeping.
Lin Feng's sword tip was still propping up her chin, the deep blue Sword Qi crawling up her neck along the metallic patterns like a cold snake.
She could smell the odor of rotting leaves coming from him—the stench of Netherworld energy eroding the flesh of the living, identical to the "Ghost Erosion" recorded in her mother's sword manual.
Chapter 36