Lu Zhenbei raised his head, his gaze locked tightly onto the Profound Fire Demon God. He gripped his long halberd, not a trace of fear in his eyes, and roared, "Xuanfire, you have finally revived! But so what if you have revived?"
He took a fierce step forward, the butt of his halberd slamming heavily into the void. He continued, "With the Myriad Forms Bureau here, we will never let you have your way! The Myriad Forms Bureau's forebears could suppress you once back then, and today, we descendants of the Myriad Forms Bureau can suppress you a second time!"
The Profound Fire Demon God's crimson-gold vertical pupils slowly shifted and fell upon Lu Zhenbei once more. He tilted his head, sized him up from top to bottom, then curled his lips into a disdainful sneer. "Who are you?"
"Has the Myriad Forms Bureau run out of people? They sent an unfamiliar face to speak with me? Oh... no, that is not right. After all these years, those old fellows should all be dead. Not a single person from that batch back then remains, does he?"
Seeing this, the Crimson Flame Tiger King hurriedly raised his head and cried out excitedly, "Lord Demon God, he is Lu Zhenbei! The current Bureau Chief of the Myriad Forms Bureau!"
"Lu Zhenbei?"
The Profound Fire Demon God narrowed his vertical pupils slightly, his gaze sweeping over Lu Zhenbei several times. Then, as though he had recalled something, realization dawned on him after a moment. "I seem to... have a slight impression?"
"I remember that you were merely a tiny deputy general back then, running errands behind that pack of bastards. You were such a minor character that you did not even dare look me in the eye. And now you have somehow become