After two hundred years of separation between husband and wife, as soon as they met, they started fighting without exchanging a single unnecessary word, not even a word from Lady Ying Ji.
Amidst the words, the fury in the command to "Get out!" was like thunder resounding, with eyes as black as ghosts reflecting the turbulent clouds, myriad phenomena, yet devoid of true intention.
The Flame Sun World, covered by the Golden Crow Divine Light, suddenly found the firmament torn asunder; beneath the divine brilliance, the entire sky turned ink black, revealing a mysterious corner of the starry sky, drenched in dark energy.
The domineering intent of the Empress of Central Netherworld, alone in her Dao, poured downward.
With the loss of the Thirteen Sword Souls, Sword Master Yu's shoulders suddenly sank, and beneath his feet, a huge pit appeared silently. The sword movement domain scattered around him was like a lone boat, about to capsize.
