Clearly, the Lord of the Dead looked down on the Sacred Court.
This had nothing to do with strength; it was purely because they walked different paths.
For something like the Sacred Court, submitting beneath the Heavenly Dao would have been one thing.
But turning around and harming those who defied Heaven was enough to disgust anyone.
Thus, the Lord of the Dead utterly disdained the white-robed scholar's words.
Even if he died,
he would die by the Heavenly Dao's hand.
How could he possibly fall so low as to let the Sacred Court deal with him?
Watching the surrounding void shatter bit by bit,
the Lord of the Dead ignored everything else and hurried back into the depths of the Black Mist.
Though he appeared unconcerned on the surface, the Netherworld Stone was of utmost importance to him. How could he truly not care?
Only after sensing that the Netherworld Stone's aura was completely unharmed did the Lord of the Dead let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for this time," the Lord of the Dead said.
"If not for you, I truly wouldn't have dared imagine what the consequences might have been."
The Lord of the Dead said,
"The Sacred Court has hidden itself too deeply. Even though I was extremely vigilant, I never expected them to find a flaw."
"It seems that from now on, aside from myself, I can trust no one."
"How do you plan to repay this favor?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"With your current strength, how could I possibly repay a favor to you?" The Lord of the Dead thought for a moment before replying.
"Wait until the day we defy Heaven. If possible, I will lend you a hand."
"If you win, all of us will gain freedom as