King Li's face was filled with sorrow, tears streaming down, his heart a mix of grief and joy.
He was sad because after fighting with Chen Shi for so many years, there indeed was a bit of sentiment, and his heart was a little hurt. But he was also happy that Chen Shi was now dead, and that the position of General of the World would once again be his.
"Chen Shi, oh Chen Shi, I've spent my whole life sitting on the throne of the Heavenly King, never moving. You were indeed formidable, managing to seize my power. But this seat is mine, and will always remain mine! You might as well obediently continue as the Heavenly Dao Divine People for the Great Heavenly Venerate!"
His gaze swept toward Xi Muran, unable to hide the joy in his eyes, thinking to himself: "This man is my benefactor, yet now that I send my benefactor on his way, why do I feel a bit happy?"
