The Netherworld Emperor's Might Subdued a God; Slaughter's Submission Secured the Netherworld

"Spare me?"

Qian Daoliu scoffed, his voice thick with disdain.

"The authority of the Divine Realm is worth nothing to me. I let you see this Netherworld Underworld with your own eyes today so you would understand that I, Qian Daoliu, have the strength to contend with the Divine Realm."

As his words fell, the void behind Qian Daoliu suddenly twisted, and a black Throne slowly emerged.

Intricate netherworld patterns were carved into the Throne, exuding a grim, murderous air and boundless majesty, perfectly befitting his current status.

Qian Daoliu slowly took his seat. His pristine white Enshrinement robes instantly faded away, becoming a black imperial robe, its hem embroidered with a skyful of stars and netherworld totems. A jeweled jade belt fastened itself around his waist. His entire bearing abruptly changed-his former gentleness and composure vanished, replaced by cold majesty and absolute command, like an emperor ruling the netherworld.

He lowered his gaze to the God of Slaughter, his eyes cold as ice. His majestic voice echoed throughout the Netherworld Underworld, carrying an oppressive force that brooked no argument:

"Submit to me, or die!"

Those few words exploded like thunder beside the God of Slaughter's ears. Terrifying pressure erupted from Qian Daoliu, bearing down on him like a mountain.

This pressure far surpassed any power the God of Slaughter had ever experienced. Even when facing the Asura God, he had never felt such suffocation-in this Netherworld Underworld, Qian Daoliu was the absolute sovereign. His will was the law here!

The God of Slaughter trembled all over. The pressure suppressed the slaughter divine power within him until it could barely circulate, and even his black wings curled inward slightly.

He felt as though Qian Daoliu could take his life with a mere thought.

But he was, after all, a Second-Level