"Long time no see, Brother Dongfang." You watched Dongfang Yunlong with a mischievous smile.
"How can it be you?"
"What do you mean how can it be me?" You laughed loudly and said, "Now that Chiyou and Xing Tian are dead, and the Ghost King has surrendered, I am the Emperor of the Netherworld!"
"This, how is this possible?" Dongfang Yunlong's mind had already fallen into utter confusion. He couldn't understand why the heavens were so unfair to him. He was supposed to be a prodigy, noble in status, hailed as a dragon among men from a young age, destined to soar and roam between heaven and earth. But since your arrival, everything changed. Now, he is not even as good as an ordinary minor character!
"Brother Dongfang, your face looks very pale, are you sick?" You said with a smile.
"Mu Yun, by what right do you sit in that position? Come down now!" Dongfang Yunlong suddenly roared, but halfway through, he was knocked unconscious by his attendant, a 73-level samurai named Fengyun.
