A thousand zhang underground, the molten lava rolled and roared with intense heat, even in the Divinity Realm, it was difficult to linger here for long.
Yet, two figures treated this Fiery Flame Hell as if it were nothing, rapidly traversing it, advancing toward their target.
One, with white hair and clad in white clothing, held a demon sword as red as a scorpion, with metallic blood vessels extending from the demon sword's hilt, entwining the hand that wielded it, constantly absorbing blood vitality.
The other seemed like a green jade youth, yet the brow carried endless vicissitudes. The first Divine Sword of the era in his hand emanated an aura that parted the lava, and with the sword's intrinsic power, he could slay Divinity Realm beings, and the young swordsman's edge surpassed even the Divine Sword's.
"Sword God!"
"Daoist Master!"
As they met, exchanging glances, knife light and sword shadow suddenly appeared, indescribably dazzling and perilous.
