On the tumbling surface of the lightning pool, the Spirit Refining Kettle carried Underworld Son as it floated like a small boat.0

“You missed me?” Lin Xun made an odd expression before revealing a smile. “Don’t tell me you got some treasures that you’d like to give me again?”0

Underworld Son was instantly reminded of certain unbearable, tragic memories. The veins on his forehead bulged up.0

He gritted his teeth. “To think your mouth is still so tough when death’s knocking at your door. You really are still as unbridled as ever.”0

Boom!0

His palm struck out. A powerful light swirled and coalesced into a gigantic palm print. Like a sky-blotting divine mountain, the palm crashed down on Lin Xun.0

Lin Xun stood unmoving, but the radiant palm print exploded into a rain of light.0

“It’s been so many years, but you keep disappointing me more and more,” laughed Lin Xun. The disdain in his eyes and sarcasm in his tone caused Underworld Son's expression to flicker dimly.0

Underworld Son suddenly asked, “You're also here for this Sacred Kunwu Tree?”0

Lin Xun nodded. “That’s right.”0

“Unfortunately, you came a step too late. I have already refined its origin root spirits.” Underworld Son took a deep breath to suppress...0