Ever since Tian Xiaojian had set foot on the path of cultivation, the storms and tempering he had endured were beyond counting. No matter what kind of hardship or danger he faced, none of it could make him shrink back.
Yet everything he saw before him made his expression change violently.
That Spatial Storm was too terrifying.
If he were in that position, he probably would not last even the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
But this fellow, though trapped, moved as if walking on level ground. His entire body was wrapped in a faint azure glow, and the Spatial Storm could actually do nothing to him.
Strong. Far too strong!
Tian Xiaojian had encountered countless fortuitous chances, but this was still his first time facing such a powerhouse!
Although not long ago, he had made enemies of Corpse King Jinyue and Heavenly Sha Bright King, what the other side had sent out had only been subordinates and Avatars.
The fellow before him was clearly on the same level as them, and what had appeared before his eyes was the true body.
Tian Xiaojian bowed in salute, but his attitude remained neither servile nor overbearing. "Senior, are you Nether Dark King?"
"Correct. You brat, not only is your strength absurd, even your eyesight is quite extraordinary. This King left Underworld Hell millions of years ago. I never thought you would still be able to recognize me at a glance." Nether Dark King's face carried a hint of gratification as he spoke, unable to hide his pride.
"Left Underworld Hell?"
The other party had not said much, but the information revealed was no small matter. As one of the mighty Six Kings of the Underworld, how could he have been absent from his territory for millions of