After all, disguising oneself in front of a domain master is an extremely dangerous thing.
With the slightest misstep, he would be shattered to pieces.
This particular incident and the Ninth Refinement True Monarch's caution made it special.
So, he had waited until now.
Though he wasn't sure what the Lord of the Dead Spirits was up to, the Ninth Refinement True Monarch could vaguely understand.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits was definitely up to no good.
This Netherworld Realm itself was a huge conspiracy.
Now that the Lord of the Dead Spirits was trapped, the Ninth Refinement True Monarch could seek the secrets with ease.
After all, with his strength, besides the Lord of the Dead Spirits, no one else in the Netherworld Realm was his match.
"Boom..."
A cloud of black mist exploded before his eyes.
The Ninth Refinement True Monarch slightly frowned, extended a fist, which held the power of time.
It exploded with a bang, dispersing into the black mist.
