This bald man wore blood-red armor, carried a blood-red spear on his back, and had a vertical eye. With every opening and closing, lightning runes flickered, containing world-shattering power that made it impossible to look directly.
On his shoulders were grotesque masks, as if a head had been born. Standing there, he looked like a Nether Lord descending to earth. Though they were looking at each other, Long Chen felt as if he were looking up at a heavenly god.
This person was too powerful, so strong that it seemed he needed a single thought to kill him. It felt as if a single thought could shatter the heavens. Long Chen had never seen such a terrifying existence.
Under his gaze, Long Chen felt for the first time how small and weak he was, like an ant facing a giant dragon—the gap was simply too great.
"For you, this time is just a blink of an eye!" Long Chen shook his head and said.
The bald man shook his head and said, "That's not right. I'm trapped in that cursed place and have long forgotten what time means."
But after coming out, things changed. In my life, I, Wu Tian, have never owed anyone a favor. If I don't repay it, I feel unhappy.
Since I escaped, I have only two things in my heart: revenge and gratitude.
Although it was just an unintentional gesture, I owe you a huge favor. Speak, whatever wish you have, just say it. As long as you say it, I, Wu Tian, will help you achieve it even if it costs my life. This
person who called himself Wutian was none other than the Heavenly King those people spoke of—Long Chen, the one who stole the Hell door token, broke the seal, and released the Three Heaven-Swallowing Beasts.
Seeing this terrifying powerhouse say he wanted to help him fulfill a wish, Long Chen's heart raced wildly. What if he asked him to help take down Great Brahma?
But as soon as Long Chen had this thought, he immediately suppressed it. The Great Brahma Heaven had killed Dan Xianzi, so many relatives from the Tianwu Continent, and so many Dragon Blood warriors. This grudge was irreconcilable—how could it be done through someone else's hands? Is he still a man? Long Chen's pride absolutely forbade him from doing this.
After thinking for a moment, Long Chen shook his head and said, "I really don't have anything to help with. If you feel you owe me a favor, that's simple—just send me back to the Immortal Realm. That way, we owe each other nothing." "
Are you looking down on my Wutian?" How can such a trivial matter offset the favor of being freed? Are you trying to make Wu Tian a laughingstock in the Underworld? "Wu Tian's face darkened as he snorted coldly.
With his shout, the clouds and winds in the nine heavens shifted, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The once clear sky suddenly darkened, as if the heavens were about to collapse. The myriad paths began to roar, as if this world was enraged. A violent pressure descended, and billions of beings in the Underworld, regardless of cultivation, were terrified and knelt on the ground, trembling in fear.
"Crack, crack, crack... The
stone bricks beneath Long Chen's feet were shattering. He felt as if countless paths were pouring down like a torrent, pressing down on him, as if his spine was about to break, forcing him to crawl on the ground like those beings from the underworld.
Facing the terrifying pressure, Long Chen was furious: "Whether you become a laughingstock or not is none of my business!" I can handle everything myself, there's no need to ask anyone else. This
Wu Tian was utterly arrogant and unreasonable, turning hostile faster than flipping a page. He actually wanted to use his own pressure to make Long Chen submit. In an instant, Long Chen's rage surged to the sky. Ignoring his status, he cursed loudly.
"If you don't beg me, I won't feel at ease. I can't even sleep well, it's worse than being trapped in the Nether World. Today, whether you beg or not, you have to beg." Wutian was furious too. With his cold shout, the stars in the heavens trembled.
In that instant, Long Chen felt as if all the stars in the heavens were pressing down on him, but he knew it was just an illusion—it was the will of the Black Heavens.
The will of Wutian is the will of this world. Here, he is the master of the Heavenly Dao, the emperor of this star region, and all living beings must rise and fall.
Long Chen's anger surged. This guy actually used this method to suppress him and force him to submit. This was simply repaying kindness with betrayal.
"Boom!"
The ground beneath Long Chen's feet split open, cracks spreading in all directions like a spiderweb, stretching tens of thousands of miles in an instant. The Nether Clan experts present lay trembling on the ground, not even daring to look at them. Only Long Chen stared at Wutian. Although his head was splitting and his soul was at risk of collapse, Long Chen continued to glare at Wutian, fearless.
"Crack, crack, crack... A
spatial rift appeared in the space around Long Chen. It was the clash of Long Chen's will and Wu Tian's will, affecting the Heavenly Dao. Long Chen felt his vision go black, and just as he thought he was about to die, the endless pressure vanished in an instant.
Long Chen's body went limp, nearly collapsing to the ground, but a large hand grabbed him—it was Wu Tian who held him back.
"Hahaha... Wu
Tian laughed loudly, patting Long Chen on the shoulder and saying, "Good brother, from today on, you're my brother. Come on, let's go have a drink with your brother." Long
Chen was shaken by Wu Tian's loud laughter, feeling dizzy and dizzy. Coupled with his previous willpower clash with Wu Tian, his mind was still unclear, and he had no idea how he was dragged away.
When Long Chen regained some of his composure, he found himself inside a magnificent golden hall. The vast hall was occupied only by Long Chen and Wu Tian.
As the two took their seats, a powerful figure served them fine wine and delicacies. When the food and wine were served, Wu Tian waved his hand, and the experts all withdrew.
"Brother, I was rude just now. This cup is my way of offering you a toast as my apology. Please don't blame me." Wu Tian picked up the golden wine bowl and handed it to Long Chen, while also holding a bowl of wine in his other hand.
Long Chen was somewhat flattered; he couldn't quite figure out Wu Tian. Had he been locked up for too long and his mind had become useless?
But seeing Wu Tian's sincere expression, Long Chen said nothing, picked up his bowl, and finished all the wine in one gulp.
As soon as the wine went down, Long Chen's eyes, nostrils, and ears all started to smoke from his eyes, nostrils, and ears, and he choked on his tears and snot together.
Long Chen felt as if he had swallowed a mouthful of lava. The lava instantly erupted in his mouth, turning into sour water that burst out from his nostrils, eyes, and ears. At that moment, his nostrils were filled with all directions.
"Hahaha..."
Seeing Long Chen's expression, Wu Tian burst out laughing. Only then did Long Chen realize he'd been tricked—this guy was deliberately messing with him.
"Are you messing with me?"
Long Chen was furious, lifting the table with both hands. The table flew into the air and crashed straight into Wutian, but before the table could hit Wutian, it was reduced to dust.
"Hahaha, that temperament is great. If you have guts, that's what makes you worthy to be my brother." Long Chen flipped the table, but instead of getting angry, Wu Tian burst out laughing.
However, after Long Chen flipped the table, he realized that the discomfort caused by the earlier confrontation with Wu Tian had completely disappeared. Only then did he realize that Wu Tian's bowl of wine was a good intention, and he suddenly felt a bit awkward.