All living beings drew in a sharp breath.
The mysterious man was a fierce powerhouse capable of fighting the entire Imperial Alliance, yet the Nether Lord didn't care in the slightest. In the most casual tone, he had uttered the most outrageous words!
The Dark World's inhabitants were already worked into a frenzy. They were all battle fanatics—even Ox-Head and Horse-Face, who were busy at work, were shouting, desperate for a fight to break out right away.
In one corner, the Five Ghost Emperors had gathered again. Excitement showed on all five faces, as if they were looking forward to something.
"I'd like to cross hands with you, senior. I'm just afraid that, in your current condition, you wouldn't be my match—and besides, it wouldn't be easy for you to make a move," the mysterious man said.
"Just say whether you dare or not," the Nether Lord replied.
The mysterious man fell silent.
"If you don't dare, then hurry up and get lost. You can't touch the Low-Level Heavenly Vault. I still want to watch the dogs fight," the Nether Lord said, his hands pillowing his head as he lounged there, perfectly at ease.
"Senior certainly is domineering."
The mysterious man smiled. As he spoke, the crystalline hand gripping the Broken War Hammer moved, dragging it forward and hauling it toward the Seventeenth Layer Heavenly Vault.
"You chose this!" The Nether Lord narrowed his eyes.
Suddenly, the mysterious man let go again, withdrawing all his attacks and methods. With a faint smile, he said, "This junior can show senior some respect, but these youngsters have to return the Giant Demon, Ghost Phoenix, and the others."
Hegemon-grade beings were exceedingly rare, and every one of them was crucial. Even the mysterious man couldn't stand by and watch the Giant Demon Race