Seeing the Nether King's expression darken, Zuo Yan wore a mocking smile and continued to fan the flames.
"For a thousand years, the Nether King has managed all the affairs of the Netherworld alone, truly a tiresome task, but as they say, after the hard comes the sweet. Now that the Soul Suppressing Master has returned, the Nether King can live peacefully without worries."
"Crack." The cup in the Nether King's hand shattered into pieces.
He raised his eyes, staring at Zuo Yan with a sinister gaze, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Left Protector, have you perhaps devised a method strong enough to kill the Demon Lord by yourself, no longer needing my cooperation?"
"Nether King, please don't joke with me. Let's not argue over trivial matters here; we're all in the same boat. If we fight amongst ourselves, won't it just be a laughingstock."
"Hmph."
The Nether King snorted coldly, still displeased with Zuo Yan's words earlier.
