He wanted to create a race of his own.
Since ancient times, those who had such thoughts were either formidable heroes or utter fools.
One could only wonder which kind this so-called Underworld King was.
Jiuyang High Person continued, "When I drove out the Underworld Realm, the Underworld King was still in seclusion.
"He should have emerged now and come looking to take revenge on me."
Jiuyang High Person was not flustered. He had ample confidence in his own strength.
Even if it was the Underworld King, so what? He could not block Jiuyang High Person's path.
Besides, Jiuyang High Person would not have acted rashly without understanding the situation.
"But it seems the Underworld King did not come alone," Xu Zimo said with great interest.
The Underworld King knew of Jiuyang High Person's formidable reputation, so when he came seeking revenge this time, he had brought along two or three friends.
They were all powerful experts of the ghost race.
As that group drew near, gusts of yin wind swept through the air, like flying sand and rolling stones, as though sky darkens and earth dims.
The yin wind blew in, making every tree in the forest rustle and shudder.
Some great trees were uprooted, their branches swaying ceaselessly like dancing demons.
The wind was so fierce that people could barely keep their eyes open.
Looking up, they could not see the blue sky. Looking down again, they saw that in the blink of an eye, the earth seemed to have been dyed brown.
The land appeared to have lost all life.
"Your Underworld Realm is nothing more than this, capable only of such shabby tricks that cannot grace the stage."
Jiuyang High Person snorted coldly.
He took a step forward with his right foot.
"Bright, blazing sun—where could