The God Emperor Was More Than a Little Twisted

The God Emperor looked at the Hell Lord, his gaze drifting downward. His thoughts were plain as day.

He had no complaints about the Angel Sacred Emperor. After all, Gaishi was her old flame. Who else was she supposed to help?

But the Hell Lord was another matter. The bastard had stabbed him in the back at a crucial moment, sticking him with a knife. He deserved the ultimate punishment: a kick in the ass!

He claimed he'd done it at a friend's request, but who knew if that was true?

Either way, the God Emperor wasn't about to give the Hell Lord a friendly look!

Until he kicked him once, he wouldn't be able to swallow his anger!

"Only a few decades apart, and your eyes have gone crooked? Why do you keep looking down there?"

The Hell Lord's dark green hair spilled down his back. Clad in demonic armor, he looked at the God Emperor with a teasing smile. His gaze seemed seriously off. He hadn't been like this before.

What had he gone through these past few decades?

"Hmph. I'll deal with you when I get the chance."

The God Emperor looked away. "Call the Profound Nether Empress over for a chat. If she gets mouthy, she'll make a fine punching bag for me."

"I'll do it." The Angel Sacred Emperor looked toward the Profound Nether Realm. With a flick of her finger, she sent a glowing sigil flying into the void, where it vanished.

With a hum, the sigil returned. The Profound Nether Empress had replied: Not available!

The God Emperor and the other two exchanged glances at the message in the sigil, then vanished at the same time.

Outside the Profound Nether Realm!

When the God Emperor and the other two appeared in the depths