Although fifty years had passed, Kyora still recognized the King of the Underworld at a glance.
Back then, he had been cut down in a single strike, and even his sneak attack had been instantly thwarted.
The memory remained vivid even now.
"What, you know him?" Ryura looked at Kyora in surprise. He rarely saw that expression on Kyora's face.
"Of course I do. This was the bastard who killed me with a single slash back then!
Even after fifty years, I still remember that face clearly. He looks a little more mature, but there's no mistaking him!"
Kyora's expression darkened. Flames seemed to burn in his eyes as his killing intent surged and blazed.
Perhaps today he could avenge what had happened back then.
"Brat, this time, I'll show you the true power of a god!"
As Kyora's words fell, flames ignited all over his body. His expression was haughty, as though he considered himself a god of fire, and his bearing was utterly arrogant.
"Ignorance breeds fearlessness. Chongli, deal with them."
The King of the Underworld shook his head slightly. Perhaps the Four War Gods had been isolated from the world for too long, becoming so obsessed with calling themselves gods that they had lost sight of who they really were.
Fools who could not recognize their own limitations gave him no desire to fight.
"Yes, Lord King of the Underworld."
Chongli stepped forward, grinned, and sneered:
"You lot dare call yourselves gods? What a joke!
If you're gods, then I'm the father of gods!"
Chongli pointed the Iron Rod at the three members of the Four War Gods, his gaze scornful. His aura erupted, its vast, ferocious pressure transforming the sky.
Even the thick sea mist could no longer shroud this stretch of ocean. Driven back by