"Hehe, hehehe, what arrogant words!" Du Yun'er's voice was raspy, and just hearing it sent shivers down one's spine: "I am the Son of the Nether Emperor, and you are nothing but a counterfeit. Such a large hidden sect should naturally be under my control. As for you, hehe, since you dared to come to die, I don't mind sending you on your way."
"However, you are indeed very formidable. There's a familiar aura about you. Oh, right, is it the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique?"
"If I could devour your soul, I should also be able to easily cultivate the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique and become the true Son of the Nether Emperor, right?"
"It seems heaven truly isn't unkind to me. Whatever I want just gets delivered to me! Do you know? I was born an orphan, without any relatives, living with wild beasts since childhood."
