Chapter 913: You Trash, and You Dare Call Yourself That?

The instant those words landed, the impostor's heart practically burst with glee. To him, the Blood Prison Mad God asking for his identity meant only one thing: the man was not sure whether he was the Blood Prison King. Which also meant the Blood Prison Mad God had never seen the real Blood Prison King. *I gambled right!* He lifted his chin, arrogance dripping from every syllable. "That's right. I am the Blood Prison King!" He jabbed a finger forward. "You. Why aren't you kneeling?" Yan Zishan...