The Ice Dragon King rolled his eyes beautifully. This fellow changed faces faster than turning the pages of a book; just a moment ago, he had been calling him his little sister-in-law at every turn. But the Dragon King was no fool. He knew that, from the moment he had been granted the Divine Office of "Meng Po," an extremely unequal "partnership," absolutely dominated by the seemingly gentle yet occasionally deranged young man before him, had inevitably been established.
"Very well, Mr. Officeholder." The Ice Dragon King's voice carried unmistakable displeasure. He leaned back slightly, no longer holding his body taut, and instead adopted an even more visually striking posture, crossing his long, shapely legs clad in tall boots. "About the Netherworld-"
The Ice Dragon King recounted what he knew.
The supreme ruler of the Netherworld was the Underworld King, an existence equivalent to the God Kings of the Divine Realm. He commanded quite a few powerful divine beings, all born of the Netherworld. Wherever a Divine Realm existed, a Netherworld would quietly emerge. The Divine Realm and the Netherworld were natural enemies. Many years ago, the Dragon God had personally led an army to slay the Underworld King of the Netherworld corresponding to the Divine Dragon Realm. Back then, the Dragon Clan had swept the entire Netherworld clean. It was a war the Ice Dragon King had participated in.
On the other hand, the Netherworld itself possessed extremely powerful corrosive and eroding properties against beings not born of its own origin. Its aura and the power of its laws were like the deadliest poison, breaking down any existence that did not belong to the Netherworld. Even God King-level beings were not immune; in fact, the stronger they were, the greater the corrosive pressure they suffered. For precisely this reason,