Nalan Rumeng also felt a measure of pressure in the deep, silent North Sea.
This Netherworld Ancient God was tall and imposing, his features stern and majestic. The green lamp in his hand flickered between bright and dim, its flame wavering unstably, making even Nalan Rumeng wary.
Nalan Rumeng said, "I never expected this affair to be ruined by a brat like him."
Chen Wang remained outwardly composed. This Netherworld Ancient God gave him a truly terrifying feeling.
He had taken a risk as well. He had not been certain whether this Netherworld Ancient God would reveal himself, nor whether he would kill indiscriminately.
At this moment, the tall old man glanced at him, then looked at Nalan Rumeng and said calmly, "The Palm Thunder, and that earlier strike, were deliberately meant to lure me out. It seems he was coerced by you and wanted to draw me here to break the deadlock."
Chen Wang was somewhat surprised. This tall old man had seen through the crux of the matter in an instant.
Nalan Rumeng sighed. "Every time I see him, I feel as though I've grown a little older."
Though she currently looked like a young woman, those words came from the heart.
She had lived who knew how many more years than Chen Wang, yet he had still tricked her once, leaving her rather helpless.
The tall old man said, "I already warned you once, yet you refused to heed death and came to the North Sea again. You have formed an evil karmic bond."
Then he blew gently on the green lamp in his hand.
In an instant, a boundless sea of fire surged forth.
This woman's cultivation was formidable. She was a genuine Ascension Stage expert, though her cultivation had yet to recover.
When facing Chen