He had heard of this Demon King who lived a secluded life deep in Beiliang Mountain and had once thought about recruiting him, but unfortunately, the Ghost Spider was too proud, and he never got to meet this powerful Demon King.
He had not expected that they would become opponents this time.
"Good, I was planning to find an opportunity to challenge you anyway," the One-Horned King said coldly.
After all, to become the true overlord here, one cannot prove oneself without defeating the Ghost Spider.
The Ghost Spider paid no attention to the words of the One-Horned King. To him, having seen the magnificent world, the so-called overlordship of the One-Horned King was merely a farcical play that could not arouse the slightest interest.
Sharp Sword Intent surrounded him, and with just a cold look at the One-Horned King, he made the Demon King who was determined to become a regional tyrant feel a trace of fear.
It was a warning from the soul.