The Asura Blood Shadow radiated a tyrannical might, its aura surging like a monstrous tide.
Its blurred features made its expression unreadable, exuding a heart-pounding sense of peerless combat and rampant slaughter.
It pointed a finger at Mo Qi from afar, and the world seemed to turn upside down.
An intent to kill, like a silken banner unfurling, dispersed the black mist. A bloody light tore through the darkness and shot toward Mo Qi.
"Three Kowtows of the Unmoving Nether King!"
The first kowtow!
The phantom of the Nether King lifted the hem of its long robes and offered a distant bow to the void.
It was called a kowtow, but in truth, its legs merely parted slightly as it gave a nod of acknowledgment.
With Mo Qi's current cultivation and strength, he couldn't make the Nether King's phantom truly kneel.
But even so, who was the Nether King? An existence who could contend head-on with a supreme expert suspected to be Heaven itself, and even cause them to suffer a setback!
