The Underworld Master was undoubtedly the best swordsman in the Underworld, on the par with the immortals Tan and Bai; how come he was wounded by the sound of a bell?!
What was this small bell?
Tong Yan tapped the small bell in his hand again, his face turning even paler.
An invisible energy dissipated in all directions, as if it would freeze or destroy everything in its path.
Boom!!!
The cliff collapsed.
The Underworld Master let out a painful and furious shout as he came out from behind a rock, darting toward Tong Yan.
Tong Yan summoned his zhenyuan in an effort to tap the small bell the third time, but he couldn't bear the burden any longer, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood that looked like the bloody rain.
He was on the brink of dying in the hands of the Underworld Master.