On the cliff stood two figures. One was the white-robed man who had spoken with the Dark War Emperor back then; the other had disheveled hair, his red robes torn to shreds, his hands bound in iron chains, with talisman papers pasted one after another across his back. The sea wind blew past, stirring his tangled long hair.
"Holy King Xingshi, now that you have seen this king's plight, what are your thoughts?" the chained man asked. His expression was indifferent, his gaze as deep as a secluded well.
The white-robed man called Holy King Xingshi said expressionlessly, "I feel even more fortunate. Dao Void Mystic Immortals are very strong, and holy kings stand very high, but the more it is so, the less careless one can be in one's actions, because your enemies are stronger."
Hearing his words, Great Underworld Holy King closed his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.
Great Underworld Holy King lifted his hand slightly. The iron chains swayed, letting out a crisp sound.
"And how do you know the choice you made in your caution was the right one? Just watch. The Sacred Chancellor is surely still hiding an even greater conspiracy," Great Underworld Holy King said with a carefree smile. He had already looked past life and death.
Holy King Xingshi sensed something and instinctively turned his head to look, his expression immediately becoming unnatural.
He saw a figure wreathed entirely in dark-purple demonic qi appear behind them.
Sword Venerable Fudao!
Holy King Xingshi felt boundless pressure rush toward him head-on, giving him the feeling of facing the Sacred Chancellor, of facing the Sacred God.
At that moment, he understood why the Sacred Chancellor had treated Sword Venerable Fudao so generously.
He immediately cupped his fists in salute and said, "Greetings, Holy Sword!"