"The Dark World had always looked down on the Thirty-Three Heavens. Now that it was watching this fine show, naturally it was happy to see you lot biting each other like dogs," the Nether Lord said. Every living being could hear the amusement in his voice.
He made no effort to hide it.
That was right. He was doing it on purpose. He wanted to see infighting within the Thirty-Three Heavens, to watch them steadily consume their own strength.
Rescue the Imperial Alliance?
He'd have to be senile to do something that foolish.
"As expected of you, senior. Your temper and disposition really haven't changed one bit."
The mysterious man stood atop the Space-time Long River, his robes fluttering and long hair lifting lightly in the breeze. He looked utterly carefree. "If I truly refused to back down today, would you really make him fight me, senior?"
The Nether King Dragon roamed the depths of the Sea of Karma, his colossal body an imposing presence. A single roar from him could easily wipe out a Great World. "Do I need a reason to beat you up?"
The mysterious man laughed and clapped repeatedly. "Well said. As expected of you, senior Nether King Dragon. When I ran into you back then, I had no idea who you were. I only found out years later. Looking back, I really regret not seizing that great opportunity."
The Nether King Dragon snorted. "This King regrets it very much, too. Regrets not swatting you dead on the spot when we first met!"
Every living being could tell that the Nether King Dragon couldn't stand the mysterious man standing proudly atop the Space-time Long River. His words were brimming with killing intent.
At the same time, every living being was shaken. What era did the Nether