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Venerable Wanfa, Underworld King Sect Master, Great Master of Mars.
Each of these three names resonated with great renown in the Mortal Realm, and now they surrounded the Prison King with murderous intent brewing all around. In his prime, the Prison King had nothing to fear, even if he couldn't win against the trio, escaping would not be an issue.
However, having just defended against one blow from Evil Ksitigarbha, his severe injuries had not had the chance to heal before he found himself in such dire straits.
"You cowardly lot might as well attack together, what does this king have to fear?" he bellowed with great audacity, yet the difficulty of the situation was apparent to all.
The Emperor, atop the Golden Crow, whispered, "They are after me, the Prison King may withdraw first. Tonight is unlikely to end amicably, there's no need to further burden the Yu Dynasty's anchor."
