Seeing the Nether King’s expression darken, Zuo Yan wore a mocking smile and continued to fan the flas.
"For a thousand years, the Nether King has managed all the affairs of the Netherworld alone, truly a tireso task, but as they say, after the hard cos 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 thod strong enough to kill the Demon Lord by yourself, no longer needing my cooperation?"
"Nether King, please don’t joke with . Let’s not argue over trivial matters here; we’re all in the sa 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.
Zuo Yan didn’t bother to verbally apologize; he turned his head toward the window and said, "Compared to a thousand years ago, this battle will be much easier."
The Nether King looked at him: "Easier?"
"Isn’t it? A thousand years ago, Shang Ying was Nie Jiuque’s soft spot. Now, that Cat Demon is the soft spot for both Nie Jiuque and the Soul-suppressing Beast."
"Don’t forget, a thousand years ago, the Immortal Realm dared to attack Shang Ying because they didn’t fear Nie Jiuque. Now, this person is the Soul-suppressing Beast. You tell , in the Six Realms, who would dare to touch it? Who could even touch it?!"
"Don’t you dare, Nether King? You dared a thousand years ago. That Blood Array, we have you to thank for it. If it weren’t for your creation of the Blood Array, how could the Soul-suppressing Beast have gone out of control, and how could Nie Jiuque have perished with it?" Zuo Yan said with a smile.
The Nether King’s hand on his knee suddenly clenched.
"Rest assured, Nether King, I said we’re all in the sa boat. I certainly won’t look out for myself and ignore you."
"You’d better rember that."
The Nether King snorted coldly.
The Soul-suppressing Beast could kill Nie Jiuque in a mont.
Zuo Yan could easily manipulate Wen Xiao’ai to have the Soul-suppressing Beast kill Nie Jiuque, and then he, Zuo Yan, could rest easy.
And he, the dignified Nether King, would forever live under the shadow of the Soul-suppressing Beast.
He would never allow such a thing to happen.
Moreover, the Soul-suppressing Beast must have sensed sothing; it might already be secretly investigating and guarding against him.
"I can’t delay any longer; they must die."
"No rush, the Demon Lord will co sooner or later. Just like a thousand years ago, let them fight until both are wounded, then we can reap the benefits of the fisherman," Zuo Yan said with a smile.
"Both wounded? Do I need to point out the disparity in strength between the Demon Lord and the Soul-suppressing Beast? Even the entire Demon Realm combined isn’t a match for it. If not for that Blood Array a thousand years ago, do you really think the Demon Lord could touch the Soul-suppressing Beast?"
"Isn’t there that Cat Demon? As I just said, it’s its soft spot, its life. If you cut its soft spot, can it still live?" Zuo Yan said with a smile.
...
"This one looks fun; let’s buy two for the baby. He’ll definitely like them."
Wen Xiao’ai spun the rattle in her hand, glanced at a stall selling calligraphy and paintings, and suddenly thought of sothing, excitedly pulling Jun Moyan over.
"Here, here."
"Slow down, don’t fall."
Lately, Jun Moyan’s care for Wen Xiao’ai had been ticulous to the extre.
Bathing, dressing, combing her hair, feeding... as long as it was sothing he could assist with, he wouldn’t let Wen Xiao’ai lift a finger.
If not for Feng Liyan saying that walking was good for Wen Xiao’ai and the baby, he would rather not let Wen Xiao’ai even touch the ground.
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