It was clear that the Lord of the Dead Spirits looked down on the Holy Court.
This had nothing to do with strength; it was purely because they walked different paths.
Like the Holy Court, submitting under the Heavenly Dao is one thing.
But harming those who challenge Heaven in turn was something truly repugnant.
So at this moment, the words of the scholar in white were completely dismissed by the Lord of the Dead Spirits.
Even if he were to die.
It would be at the hands of the Heavenly Dao.
How could he have the Holy Court be the one to resolve him?
Watching the void around him fracture piece by piece.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits ignored everything else, hurrying back into the depths of the black mist.
Though he appeared unconcerned on the surface, the Netherworld Stone was crucial to him, so how could he be truly indifferent?
Upon sensing the intact aura of the Netherworld Stone.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits finally breathed a sigh of relief.
