The True Lord of the Nine Netherworlds could never have imagined that in that era, everyone regarded him as if seeing a deity.
Full of awe, they prostrated in worship.
But years later, he, who once controlled the souls of the Nine Provinces, was constantly ridiculed by a junior.
This ridicule deeply pierced him, piercing the weakest part of his heart, wounding his dignity as the True Lord of the Nine Netherworlds!
"I will tear your soul into pieces!"
The True Lord of the Nine Netherworlds vanished in place, and when he appeared again, he was right in front of Julius Reed.
The horsetail whisk in his hand shimmered with golden light, carrying heavenly might, striking down like lightning!
Julius Reed vanished too.
The horsetail whisk hit nothing.
"Die for me!"
The True Lord of the Nine Netherworlds raised the horsetail whisk, and golden lightning filled the sky.
For a moment, within Julius Reed's sea of consciousness, thunder roared and lightning flashed!
