"How dare you, a mere scoundrel, be impolite to this king?"
Just then, the spirit remnant of Ji Lian, clad in a python robe and wielding a bronze greatsword, appeared in this small world with a terrifying pressure.
His appearance also caused countless powerful demon beasts to worship him in earnest.
"You... You are King Zhou?"
Staring at the spirit that appeared out of thin air, Han Qianluo was startled, his eyes filled with stupor.
How could someone who had died thousands of years ago still appear before him now?
This was a question worth pondering, but the current situation left him no room to think, and his mind was in chaos under that pressure.
"Since you recognize me, how dare you lay a hand on the prince of Great Zhou?"
"Today shall be your day of death!"