Tu Shan Jun remained silent.
He stepped forward.
He stood in front of Yang Wu.
He coldly watched Luo Manping in the distance.
A slight change came over Luo Manping's expression.
He had already sensed the hostility emanating from the red-haired, double-horned Ghost Saint.
The invisible killing intent seemed ready to solidify into substance.
When he had first seen Tu Shan Jun, he had merely thought the cultivator before him was an ordinary Ghost Saint, one who had traveled far along the path of life and death and possessed his own unique understanding that could be realized. But looking again now, this man might not simply be a Ghost Saint with profound cultivation. His strength was equally not to be underestimated.
His expression solemn, he asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this, Fellow Daoist?"
Tu Shan Jun said blandly, "When I was king, I once established a rule: if I died, there would be no need to honor my descendants."
"Because I knew they would never honor my descendants as king."
"A weak king cannot suppress the four quarters."
Luo Manping said gravely, "Though the young master is young, he is the rightful heir. He possesses the Invincible Asura Dao Body. With the support of us and those who follow the great cause of the cult leader, he will surely be able to fully wield his strength, finish this perilous road, completely transform into the cult leader, and perhaps even surpass him!"
"Then who will serve as regent?"
"Regent?"
"Correct."
"When the ruler is young, the state is beset by doubts. A cultivator of both talent and wisdom should step forth to carry out state policy in the young master's stead, lay the foundations of the dynasty, stabilize the four quarters, and let the people live