"My strength would still make me one of the highest-ranking warriors in the Higher Plane worlds you speak of. In the Higher Plane, the only ones capable of suppressing me, Guo Chen, the Black God, are a few old bastards in the World Government. Yet a creature from a lower plane dared to bargain with me here. I only took the initiative to cooperate with you because I valued your talent, Ghost King."
Darkness condensed behind Zhang Chen into a solid arm that rested on his shoulder, wave after wave of pressure bearing down on his body.
Zhang Chen activated his Ghoul Intent around his shoulder, and a humanoid mouth appeared, tearing the dark arm to pieces with its teeth. He gave Guo Chen no ground at all.
"I am not the Ghost King. My name is Zhang Chen. My bottom line is that I must know the contents of the agreement. Otherwise, I will never sign it. Your current strength cannot break the seal, and without the key, you cannot retrieve the rest of your sealed body. The royal authority of the Sunken Ghost Realm and the key to unlocking your seal are both in my hands."
"Besides, I can tell you clearly—you cannot kill me!"
In his unsealed state, Zhang Chen fixed his eyes, as deep as the cosmos, upon the dark Guo Chen before him.
The two locked gazes. In the end, Guo Chen waved his hand, and all the darkness that had spread through the western library branch vanished at once. Faced with Zhang Chen's forceful resistance, Guo Chen examined the situation, which had become completely unfavorable to him, and ultimately chose to compromise. His pride as someone from the Higher Plane had suffered a blow.
"Zhang Chen, right? It seems your name has not changed.