"What kind of game is this?"
Ning Daoran frowned and asked, though his heart was pounding with apprehension. The Nine Hells' Emperor was an unimaginably terrifying existence. Playing a game with him… the most likely outcome was the Emperor flipping the table and turning hostile.
Win and die, lose and die—it was a rather despairing dilemma.
"Take a look!"
The Nine Hells' Emperor flicked his sleeve towards the barren area behind him, and immediately, a pocket of heaven and earth opened up—a lush, small valley.
"This is the Nine Hells Demon Realm, a space condensed by my immortal power."
The Nine Hells' Emperor crouched on the ground, looking down at Ning Daoran, and laughed, "Young friend, are you willing to accept the challenge I've prepared for you within the Nine Hells Demon Realm?"
"A challenge?"
Ning Daoran asked skeptically, "Senior, you could crush me to death with a mere wave of your hand. Why bother setting up a challenge? And what kind of challenge would that be?"
