Boss Bai was deeply shaken!
Indeed, it was the King of Hell!
"Not bad, not bad. I'm very curious—how did you figure it out?" Ling Yun dug at his ear and looked at Zheng Renjun, appearing lazy and utterly casual.
"Before entering the Dragon Locking Tower, you already felt different to me. You kept asking this and that, unlike before."
"Three-Pronged Bitter died, Little Four died, yet you're still alive. Although Blackie wasn't very strong, he should at least have been able to see who attacked."
"But you claimed you knew nothing, that you had been killed instantly."
"Also, the martial technique you used while fighting the old man wasn't Blackie's. Boss Bai didn't notice, but I'm different. I like to study these things."
"Finally, why did the demon kill you the moment it appeared instead of killing someone else?"
"Heh heh... The King of Hell? He hadn't appeared from before the Dragon Locking Tower until now. With so many suspicious points, Blackie must have been killed by you."
Zheng Renjun finished explaining his reasoning in one breath, and Ling Yun immediately clapped his hands.
"Good, good, good!"
"Why would the King of Hell oppose us?" Boss Bai clenched his fists. He had no confidence in fighting Ling Yun. He was an ancient figure from the Twelve Domains and had heard about the King of Hell since childhood.
"Hm? Oppose you? Are you worthy?" Ling Yun immediately found it amusing.
"Laugh at your grandfather! When Evil King's Crusade was here, you didn't even dare make a sound."
Boss Bai glared at Ling Yun. That fool thought the King of Hell feared Evil King's Crusade.
"Don't get angry!" Zheng Renjun's face instantly turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his head.
"Wouldn't it have been better for you to behave and