Bei Ling coughed up blood while her beautiful face turned ghastly pale.

Especially striking was a bloody hole that had surprisingly been torn open on her right shoulder, and black qi hissed in the surroundings of the injury and was corroding her flesh and skin.

Even then, her expression was still icy cold, but the gaze she shot at Qing Xiao carried a wisp of deep terror. “It’s actually the Oddflow Indistinction Sword! You’re a disciple of the Hell Path?”

Qing Xiao was stunned, and then he laughed lightly. “I never expected that your gaze would be so discerning.” The meaning within his words was tacit approval.

“Amongst the Six Paths of Hell, the Hell Path manages pursuing and suppressing, and they’re called Penal Officers of Hell. But according to my knowledge, Penal Officers of Hell must receive as assignment from the Punishment Officer in the Punishment Bureau before making a move. Acting without authorization and making things difficult for me this time is a great taboo!” Bei Ling said calmly, “Because I’m not a criminal or evil spirit, and I’ve never violated the laws of the Netherhell. In other words, you’re intentionally harming me, and if news of this spreads back to the Netherhell, the Punishment Officer will probably not...