The next moment!
Under Ming Jiuyou's almost eye-splitting stare, and in the baffled, stunned gazes of Sun Wukong, Nezha, and the others,
amid the complicated, unfathomable looks of the several hundred Netherworld Cult elites behind him,
this notorious Netherworld Cult Hongmeng Elder clasped his fists and bowed to Lu Chen!
He bowed deeply!
"Benefactor above!"
His voice was low, yet it exploded through the silent starry sky like a thunderclap.
"Please accept Tu Ming's bow!"
"Three million epochs ago, in the desperate situation of the Abyss of Buried Gods, Benefactor, you acted out of righteousness and saved the core bloodline of our Netherworld Cult from the brink of destruction!
"This favor... Tu Ming and the Nether Blade in my hand will never forget it for all eternity! As long as the blade and I remain, this gratitude will endure forever!"
Boom!
That bow and those words were like a key, completely opening the floodgates.
Old Bone and Poisonous Consort exchanged a glance, both seeing the resolution in each other's eyes.
Enough!
Soul memories could not lie! Neither could the imprints of supreme treasures!
If this favor was genuine, then repaying kindness with enmity today would cause their Dao Hearts to collapse on the spot, and they would never advance another step in cultivation for the rest of their lives!
They might even trigger terrifying inner demons and die with their cultivation destroyed!
If this favor was fake... could an existence capable of such methods truly be someone they could offend, or ought to offend?
The two no longer hesitated. They stepped forward together, stood shoulder to shoulder with Tu Ming, and bowed deeply to Lu Chen!
"Old Bone and Poisonous Consort pay respects to Benefactor!"
"We will never forget the life-saving favor from the Abyss of Buried Gods!"
The three