"Ghost King."
"King of the Netherworld."
Li Chen and the Ghost King looked at each other, and a killing intent emerged on Li Chen's face.
"You have nowhere to run," Li Chen said indifferently.
"That remains to be seen."
No sooner had the words fallen than Li Chen's pupils contracted, a sense of crisis prickling at his back like thorns.
Those words had not come from the Ghost King, but from someone behind him.
Seeing Li Chen's reaction, the Ghost King couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, "King of the Netherworld, I know you're formidable, but how could I possibly have no precautions against you?"
Almost instantly, Li Chen whipped his head around, his palms striking out. But what came in opposition were two equally powerful Palm Forces, clashing directly with Li Chen's. Their bodies shook from the impact, and they both took a step back simultaneously.
As Li Chen looked ahead, his expression unavoidably darkened.
"Sun God, Apollo!"
"Indian Chief God, Brahma!"
