"The master of the Nine Provinces Divine Sect?"
Buduoli glanced strangely at the grand elder:
"Tristan, are you genuinely confused, or are you pretending? We of the Sea of the Dead have been isolated from the world. Let alone the master of the Nine Provinces Divine Sect, I haven't even heard of him. Even if he really is the God Lord, so what? Can he actually attack the Sea of the Dead?!"
'...'
Tristan looked at Buduoli as if he were an idiot:
"Buduoli, you're the senile fool here, aren't you? Haven't you realized that the two people standing before you are both alive? Don't you know what it means for living people to stand unharmed in the Necromancer Palace?! And Zhu Qingling directly across from you is merely the God Lord's disciple, yet she is already this powerful. How dare you brazenly slander the God Lord?! You—you really are an idiot!!"
"..."
Buduoli suddenly came to his senses. His old face burned hot, and he opened his mouth, wanting to offer a few explanations, but for a moment, he didn't know where to begin.
Tristan was absolutely right.
Zhu Qingling was a living person, yet she could withstand the erosion of the Sea of the Dead and stand before him. What kind of immense power and divine ability did that require?
Someone capable of withstanding the Sea of the Dead's erosion possessed, with a casual gesture, enough power to overturn the Sea of the Dead!
A person like that.
Killing him would be as easy as child's play, wouldn't it?
And someone like that was merely a disciple of the master of the Nine Provinces Divine Sect!!
Once he thought it through, Buduoli broke out in a cold sweat.
As undead, every drop of their sweat was formed from