Before the Iron Daoist’s choppy voice finished echoing through the air, he suddenly burst into green smoke. His body and soul were then incinerated by cold, serene firelight.

Nothing remained of him but scattered ash.

Everyone could tell how bitter and unwilling the Iron Daoist had been in the moments leading up to his death. He didn’t even think he’d lost to You Xue. 

But You Xue didn’t care about that. In fact, she agreed that much of the credit for his death went to Su Yi…

Whoosh!

The Burning Silence Ruler falling through the air blurred into a beam of light and shot through the skies.

It was one of the Nine Taboos of the Netherworld King. Although it lacked a treasure spirit, it was full of spirituality, and it planned to seize this opportunity to escape.

But how could Su Yi possibly let it get away?

“Suppress!”

He stretched out his hand and pressed down on it from afar.

Within his sea of consciousness, the long-dormant Sword of the Nine Hells suddenly shook. An indescribable, inscrutable energy fluctuation permeated from it. Then, it manifested through the power of Su Yi’s palm.

From the outside, this attack seemed perfectly ordinary.

But You Xue, a treasure spirit, immediately trembled. It...