After Lei Dong had teleported several times, tracking the Heavenly Ghost Emperor through the void, he suddenly spotted a dark, mysterious sphere several zhang in diameter floating in the space beneath his feet. Its surface gleamed like polished glass. The Heavenly Ghost Emperor, clad in a black cloak and radiating an imposing aura, stood above it.
Two tall, ferocious-looking Ghost Kings stood facing him, their expressions tense.
Once he arrived, Lei Dong chose to remain quiet. He had already won them a measure of leeway by securing permission for them not to be swept into the vortex of the Ghost Emperor succession. Lei Dong had spent quite some time in the Netherworld and knew a little about the traditions and rules passed down among the ghost clans. As the saying went, one mountain could not hold two tigers; a ghost clan could usually have only one true Ghost Emperor.
"Netherworld Old Ghost, you're certainly keeping your cool." The Heavenly Ghost Emperor seemed to have everything in the palm of his hand. He let out a sinister cackle. "Don't think I don't know that, after using the Nether King Body Tempering Art, you'll be gravely weakened if you're interrupted midway. Today, you've fallen right into my hands. The heavens have their cycle, and retribution never misses its mark, Netherworld Old Ghost."
"Heavenly Ghost King, how dare you show disrespect to His Majesty?" Ao Ming roared. Though he knew he was no match for the Heavenly Ghost Emperor, he could not bear to let him insult the Netherworld Ghost Emperor, whom he revered above all.
"Silence, Ao Ming. Netherworld Old Ghost's era should have ended long ago." The other high-ranking Ghost King, Ao You, suddenly turned on him. "According to our ghost clan's traditions, His Majesty the Heavenly Ghost Emperor is our