Ming Crow glanced contemptuously at the Ghost King, who was engaged in fierce battle in the sky, then turned and led Black Mountain and Gold into an unassuming secluded palace. He was confident that His Majesty was bound to win this battle.
With this, Black Mountain lost sight of the battle in the sky, and thus Feng Qing'an could see nothing. Dong Huang had managed to isolate everything on his own.
Feng Qing'an would not risk Black Mountain's life to satisfy his curiosity by letting him watch the battle.
Yet, just as Ming Crow was activating the protection array that had long been prepared to seclude the palace, Feng Qing'an heard the roars and accusations coming from outside the palace.
"Boundless righteousness! Dong Huang, you have conspired with the human race of the Yang Realm, betraying the Netherworld!"
"How dare you use the human race's Terrifying Saint's Sword to kill my Ghost King of the Netherworld! You have a lot of nerve!"
