The zombie treant flew out several thousand kilometers before it stabilized itself. 

Eyes glittering like the stars, Xing Chen’s black robes fluttered majestically around him while ten thousand sword atlases unfurled behind his figure. The Sugato Sword hovered over his head, trailing down curtains of brilliant sword radiance.

“A holy king of the underworld!” shrieked the zombie tree when he registered what kind of existence Xing Chen was. Locked in battle with You Si, the priest of earth’s heart skipped a beat.

Ashu had told them a long time ago that Lu Yun’s replica was the fourth holy king of the underworld, but the high priest hadn’t believed him then. Lu Yun was just a mere empyrean immortal—a holy king of the underworld was a tremendous personage...