Yu Ming sat on the dragon throne with one leg crossed over the other. He seemed unconcerned with Gu Chen's thoughts, wanting only to quietly admire the match about to erupt below. A glimmer of excitement shone in his eyes as his gray tongue slid across his lips.
In the Colosseum
General Long Yi was slightly surprised by Zhang Chen's arrival. After all, Zhang Chen's first impression had not measured up to the Blood Demon from the Lower Plane. Yet Zhang Chen had managed to venture deep into the void without suffering much suppression from the world of the dead.
"No matter what your name is, since you are a lowly human from the Lower Plane, I hope you will give it your all and assist me here. First, kill this aberrant corpse demon under his command. Then we can find a way to break out of this place and claim that madman's head ourselves."
Long Yi spoke as though he were a superior speaking to a subordinate, and Zhang Chen did not even spare him a proper glance.
Zhang Chen merely replied softly, "The Higher Plane is nothing special. Nor am I your subordinate. The current arena is a battle among the three of us. I hope you understand that! Besides, the Hou Corpse fighting you without letting you gain any advantage is also from the Lower Plane. Please stop ordering me around from on high."
Zhang Chen's tough response did not anger Long Yi. Instead, Long Yi gave him a serious look.
Long Yi quickly sensed a True Ghost aura surging within Zhang Chen that was even stronger than before. With True Ghost Great Perfection, Zhang Chen was clearly a powerhouse on the same level as Long Yi himself. There was indeed no distinction of rank between them.