"That unruly disciple learned his entire cultivation technique from me. I know his weaknesses. As a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, I am fully confident I can take him down."
"As for that vile woman... hehe."
Nightmare True Monarch suddenly laughed, "Senior, you probably know her current state better than I do."
"But if I lend you a Corpse King in golden armor to help, how is it any different from me making a move? Wouldn't it break the rules? It might be better if I handled it myself."
"Even with the Corpse King, you might not be able to take him down. If I step in, I definitely can."
The Ghost Envoy said with a chuckle.
"My deep-seated hatred demands I take revenge personally."
Nightmare True Monarch said calmly.
The Ghost Envoy was about to refuse when Nightmare True Monarch directly accessed Qiu Qianhai's storage bag, took out a piece of blood-red scale armor, and said solemnly:
"I went to the Hidden Dragon Abyss."
"What?!"
"..."
"Master..."
