To be precise, the one on the stage was the current Netherworld Palace Master. He had replaced the previous Ming Bugui and taken the throne.
The Netherworld Palace Master on the throne was extraordinarily tall. Seated there, he resembled a mountain. He wore armor assembled from countless bones, while his exposed hands and feet were as solid as flesh rather than bearing the hazy, incorporeal appearance common to ghosts. His face was exceptionally imposing, with three pairs of eyes, large and small, arranged from top to bottom. More bizarrely, two pairs of arms extended from his massive chin in place of a beard.
Compared to his mouth, those two pairs of arms looked small, but each was actually much larger than Fan Lang's entire body.
If those hands caught something, they could conveniently stuff it into that enormous mouth.
Every Ghost Path expert in the Main Hall was sizing up the newly arrived Fan Lang. None of them looked friendly, and their eyes gleamed with malice.
The Netherworld Palace Master tilted his head and scrutinized Fan Lang for a few moments before saying in a deep voice, "When did someone as powerful as you emerge in the Yellow Springs World? Why have I never heard of you? Who exactly are you? Can you reveal your identity?"
"I'm merely a tourist. I don't need a name, so just call me Nameless One," Fan Lang said casually. He was now completely "unrecognizable"; judging by appearance alone, no one could tell that he was Fan Lang.
"Hmph. You have the nerve to cause trouble on my turf, yet not the nerve to give your name? Fine. If you refuse to speak, then so be it. Once I capture you, I'll naturally have ways to plunder your memories and uncover your identity."
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