"Madman. You really are a madman," the Nine Nether King muttered to himself.
The Heaven's End King continued, "Actually, I've treated you rather well. Among the Hundred Souls Elixir you drank were fragments of the souls of the Double-Eyed Bird clan. If not for me, how could you have tasted such fine wine? Even if someone had offered it to you, if the Skywing King were still alive, you wouldn't have dared to drink it."
The Nine Nether King let out a bitter laugh. "Next time you host other Nether Kings, I'm afraid the Hundred Souls Elixir will contain the souls of my clansmen as well."
"You truly are clever," said the Heaven's End King. "That is why, after you die, I will spend more than a hundred years gradually swallowing up your power, so as to offer a little comfort to your wounded heart."
The Nine Nether King said, "Heh. You're afraid that swallowing up my forces too quickly will alert the other Nether Kings and make them join forces against you, aren't you?"
"Ah, you understand me so well that I truly hate to kill you. But you stand in my way. You and I bore no grudge against each other, but a road can only be walked by one person. So forgive me, old friend. For the sake of our years of conflict, I won't refine you into a puppet," the Heaven's End King said leisurely.
The Puppet Skywing King opened his mouth and fired another black thread, which struck the Nine Nether King. The Nine Nether King immediately vanished into nothingness.
The Heaven's End King nodded in satisfaction and said to the Puppet Skywing King, "See? If you had listened to me, you could have swept through the Netherworld. Why insist on being so stubborn and