King's Battle Overture!

"Heh..." He Heng sneered, kicking Cong Yuan away before continuing his march.

Meanwhile, Cong Yuan, covered in dust, got up from the ground, murmuring in confusion, "He doesn't like women, nor men, what does he like?" Well-versed in the art of flattery, he always knew how to gauge his superiors' preferences, but He Heng was a puzzle.

"Hmph, I refuse to believe there's anyone in this world I, the elder, can't flatter!" he roared inwardly. Patting the dust off his clothes, Cong Yuan, undeterred, chased after He Heng.

"My lord, your divine kick is truly peerless in this world. Others' feet stink, but yours is destined to tread the universe, to crush all heroes underfoot. It is my great fortune to be kicked by you..." he shouted obsequiously, his words flowing endlessly.

He Heng gazed at the empty Hall of the Underworld King, his expression unreadable. He simply asked, "Are you sure King Chu Jiang has already fled this place?"

"Yes, my lord. King Chu Jiang left several days ago. I surmise he feared you and has gone into hiding." One of the nether spirits replied. He was one of He Heng's most powerful nether spirits, possessing a cultivation comparable to the seventh heaven of Earth Penetration. Even on the Longevity Continent, he would be a top-tier expert. After arriving at the Underworld King's Palace, he had led the search.

"Hmm." He Heng pondered. With his cultivation, a sweep of his spiritual sense had confirmed the palace was empty. But could King Chu Jiang, a dignified Yanluo, truly be so cowardly and fearful, fleeing without even a confrontation?

Cong Yuan called out from the side, "My lord's divine might is truly unmatched. In your presence, King Chu Jiang could only tremble in fear at the mere rumor of your