The Black Coffin

Boom, boom...

With an unrivaled strength, the vortex instantly tore through time and space, reaching mid-air in the blink of an eye. The vortex then absorbed the Underworld Monarch's Corpse Palm, crushing it to pieces.

The Underworld Monarch let out a muffled huff, clearly surprised. He said, "Kid, I didn't expect you to possess the Yin-Yang Saint's Sky Halberd. I haven't given you enough credit.

As one of the four monarchs of the Crimson Fire Continent, the Underworld Monarch was naturally worldly. With thousands of years worth of living under his belt, he was well-informed of the Yin-Yang Sky Halberd's legend.

Now that he had seen it with his very own eyes, the sight startled him. After all, even his powerful Dharma treasure was no more than a Half-Step Saint Level item. Qingfeng Li, on the other hand, actually possessed a saint-level treasure, higher than his by a small level. Naturally, his heart was filled with hunger and greed.