Netherworld Mine, deep underground.

The golden skull emitted two beams of red light from its eyes, still sitting cross-legged, but countless blades emerged in the void, forming a sharp storm.

Yu Jianqiu stood still, his sword unsheathed, just quietly standing there.

In the air, the sharp sound of metal clashing echoed, and in that brief moment, the two sides had already exchanged countless blows.