Chen Lan's vision went black, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a young man elegantly reclining on a chair in front of him, propping his cheek with his right hand, squinting slightly at him. No aura emanated from him, yet Chen Lan felt a sense of danger.
"Senior." Chen Lan cupped his fists and said, thinking that this must be the Netherworld Emperor.
Aside from that person, no one else could have the Great Divine Techniques to bring him here in an instant.
The Netherworld Emperor looked at Chen Lan, his eyes slightly widening.
So alike, too alike, this face is almost identical!
Could it really be him?!
"You know it's me and that this is my territory, yet you dare cause trouble; you have quite the guts." The Netherworld Emperor tried hard to calm himself, speaking calmly.
Chen Lan remained silent; he didn't know if the Netherworld Emperor was angry, but he was ready to fight at any moment.
In front of the Dao Emperor, he was not one to shy away from battle!
