Within the Night Palace of the Xia Dynasty's capital, Lu Gui suddenly appeared. He extended one hand and made a grasping motion toward the void.
Layer upon layer, the void folded over itself, binding the descending Sword Qi before crushing inward without cease. Relying on his immense divine power, he ignored the myriad transformations and countless guiding currents within the Sword Qi, grinding it bit by bit into fragments that scattered in wisps of sharp aura.
"You really did leave a contingency on those puppets."
Lu Gui stared coldly at the blood pool. The evil god within sneered. "You say that as if you didn't know from the beginning. What, are you planning to settle accounts with me?"
"I cannot be bothered to fuss over your petty schemes. What exactly is going on with Yu Chen and Tongtian?"
The figure within the blood pool swayed. "The two of them should be the same person."
"Should? This is the first time I've heard you speak with such uncertainty."
Lu Gui looked somewhat curious, his expression seeming both mocking and sarcastic. "Even the ancient Blood Sea Demon God has times when he is uncertain?"
"If you do not believe me, you can test them yourself. But I advise you to be careful. Tongtian is different from Yu Chen. That fellow's power restrains you far too greatly."
The evil god in the blood pool did not care in the slightest about Lu Gui's words. He knew full well that the fellow before him was merely trying to pry information from him. Though he did not mind sharing intelligence, he was more than happy to keep some details vague and provoke the man before him a little.
"Restrains me too greatly? Shouldn't it be restraining you?"
After saying that, Lu Gui let out a