"Are you saying I'm the Heir of the Netherworld King?"
Gu Shen's laughter echoed over Red Lake.
He slightly turned his head, seeing the eyes of many onlookers filled with silent terror, among them the Holy Judges.
The last appearance of the Netherworld King was seven or eight years ago.
The battle at Qingzhong Cemetery.
News about the Netherworld King hasn't resurfaced since.
But everyone knows that Light City won't cease its pursuit because of the Netherworld King's disappearance... Over the years, Holy Judges scattered across the Five Continents and Four Regions have been searching for the legendary Netherworld King and his apostles.
Before Jia Wei could speak.
Gu Shen asked, "If I am the heir of the Netherworld King, why have you waited until now to expose me? Isn't the Light God's Seat the one that hates the Netherworld King the most?"
This sentence was like thunder.
Clad in heavy armor, the Holy Judge fell into silence.
Indeed.
He couldn't refute.
