Chapter 513: Taking a Martial Domain Expert Head-On

Deep within the Burial Soul Sea, the air hung heavy, hard as iron. In the Lord of the Shadowy Hall's palm, a pinpoint of ultimate darkness had swollen to the size of a fist. It spun in utter silence, exuding an annihilating aura that made the entire space shudder. That was no longer a simple condensation of the Death Rule. It was a prototype of the Sword of Death, forged from his Martial Domain Realm cultivation level, a millennium of refined deathly essence, and the killing intent boiling in his...