So there was another layer to it. Lei Dong's brow furrowed slightly. His instincts told him that today's events would not be simple. The Heavenly Ghost Emperor not only wanted to seize the throne; he likely also meant to settle an old score. But the grudges and grievances of the Netherworld had little to do with Lei Dong. By now, his goal had shifted from obtaining the Nine Nether Ghost Flame to, first, staying alive and, second, escaping the clutches of his captors.
Caught between two Ghost Emperors vying for power was undoubtedly extremely dangerous. All Lei Dong could do was stay out of it as much as possible.
The Netherworld Ghost Emperor fell silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse, desolate voice. "So it was you, little brat. Heh, you were pretty lucky to survive that situation."
"That's right. If a Netherworld storm hadn't swept through at the critical moment and helped one wisp of my remnant soul escape, I wouldn't have had the chance to take my revenge today. Netherworld Old Ghost, the time has come." The Heavenly Ghost Emperor's eyes, deep as the void, narrowed. "The longer we wait, the more can go wrong. Let me take your life. Don't worry; I'll fulfill your ambition of unifying the Netherworld in your stead."
With a sweep of his sleeve, the Heavenly Ghost Emperor sent hundreds of thick strands of Black Qi streaking toward the black sphere floating in the void.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
But, to everyone's surprise, when the arrows of Black Qi were still dozens of yards from the black sphere, they seemed to strike an invisible wall and burst apart one by one.
Nine flags, radiating endless darkness, slowly emerged from the void and revolved around the black sphere. The faint designs on each