Shen Ye was just about to draw his sword to test the hardness of the iron bars.
A sudden surge of force exploded from behind him.
Boom——
A series of screams followed.
All those ghosts were knocked flying, crashing into the walls with a series of "bang bang bang" sounds.
Then came Rahu's furious voice:
"You think you can take me on?"
Another powerful wave of technique erupted.
The "King" suddenly snapped his fingers and said:
"I have an idea."
"What?" Shen Ye asked.
"Regarding my name——just call me the White Emperor," the "King" said.
"Why that name?" Shen Ye asked curiously.
"White encompasses all colors and represents holiness and purity, while Emperor is my status."
"Why not just the White Emperor?"
"Makes sense, it's simpler——from now on, call me the White Emperor."
"Alright, honored White Emperor."
The two continued to discuss the "King's" name seriously, ignoring Rahu not far behind them.
