Lord Hao Li, having regained his senses, became irate:
"Even without tricks or deceit, by sheer force, today you are destined to die! The 'Small Book of Life and Death' and the grand position of the Yin Heaven Son belong to me alone!"
Lord Hao Li's thoughts were, in fact, quite straightforward.
Wang Yuan could guess a thing or two as well.
You are Yama, you are the Eastern Ghost Emperor, likely even the future Yin Heaven Son, while I am just a Lord Hao Li who is about to be completely forgotten.
You are lofty, you are magnificent!
So you are of natural legitimacy, and I am born of a stepmother? Expecting me to accept my fate? I refuse!
My fate is determined by me, not by heaven, just wait until the ten-year period is up, this crooked-mouthed Dragon King will definitely have you all welcome my return!
When in the Yin Department you oppressed me, now in this Ancestor Dragon Imperial Mausoleum you still want to oppress me? Then isn't our coming here in vain?
