"The Evangelical Association's necromancer is dead, so you'll have someone to accompany you on the road to the underworld."
"I heard he was your junior disciple."
"Look at you disciples, none of you does good deeds."
"Each one of you fantasizes about eternal life."
"I just ask you, is eternal life really that good?"
"When a person reaches a certain age, they turn into a pile of yellow earth, what's the point of lingering in the world?"
Marshal Huang Long continued speaking.
"People really need to be more realistic."
At this moment, the president saw Marshal Huang Long extend the Yellow Dragon Mace, directly inserting it into the president's chest.
As the mace pierced through the president's chest, his blood scattered all over the ground.
The origins of wind, fire, water, and earth that were hard-earned from the four elders were directly absorbed by the mace.
"Thanks for the warmth, buddy."
"I'll choose a better grave for you, to help you escape the sea of misery."
