"The Netherworld Judge?"
Ye Tianzi's fiddling with the blood snake at his fingertips abruptly stopped.
The moment Ye Hanjun's voice fell, the sea of blood buzzed, and Corpse Mountain rumbled.
An unusual flow of qi brought the overwhelming pressure of a supreme higher-up.
"Mmm, it's undoubtedly true, indeed a pioneering authority."
"Even the Great Dao is remembering the form of authority's display. In the future, if someone awakens the same authority as you, they will lack the qualification to name it themselves. The only words that will come to mind are 'The Netherworld Judge.'
Ye Hanjun nodded slightly, having heard of similar experiences, and was not surprised.
Of course, at this moment, he felt deeply moved and, gazing into the void, he muttered to himself:
"Ye Qiyu was the 70th Young Emperor. Following him, I would be the 71st."
