At these words.
Ming Jiuyou's expression changed completely!
It twisted with the absurdity of a hunter suddenly becoming a clown.
The rage and shock of falling from the clouds into the mud.
He was the Netherworld Cult's Young Master, having crossed realms with three Primordial Realm experts, more than a dozen Chaos experts, and hundreds of elite Saints, arriving with overwhelming momentum.
He had come to crush a few irritating bugs and seize that heaven-defying Primordial Pearl and mysterious token.
But what happened?
Before the bugs had even been crushed, the "blades" he had brought with him suddenly turned their edges around and bared their teeth at their master?
No, they weren't merely baring their teeth.
They had knelt outright!
As Young Master, he indeed had not participated in that legendary battle at the Abyss of Buried Gods.
Therefore, he had not received this forcibly implanted "memory."
But he could feel it!
Feel it with unparalleled clarity!
Behind him, those gazes that had originally been cold, bloodthirsty, and filled with killing intent had all changed!
The way they looked at Lu Chen had become incredibly complicated.
There was disbelief and dazed confusion.
There was awe originating from the depths of their souls.
And even... a gratitude that seemed almost ready to overflow?
They were no longer looking at a prey waiting to be slaughtered. Instead, they looked at him... like a benefactor?!
A lifesaving benefactor!
This was simply the most ridiculous farce under heaven!
"What are you doing?!"
Ming Jiuyou suddenly strode forward, stomping the void until it caved in beneath his foot. He roared sharply, his voice turning shrill from extreme fury.
"Snap out of it! He's the enemy! He's the target our Netherworld Cult must kill at any cost! What the hell do you mean, lifesaving benefactor? Nonsense!