Chương 1618: The Real God

The purple-robed man's identity was quite apparent.

No matter how unbelievable the reality was, it was the reality nonetheless, and it was undeniable.

This man was the paramount god of the Ghost Tribe, Patriarch Zhu Yin!

As for making the paramount god of the Ghost Tribe kneel down and kowtow?

Hehe…

The Dark Spirit King instantly knelt down upon the judgment plaza and rammed its nine heads into the ground over and over again, kowtowing relentlessly. "I'm sorry, Patriarch Zhu Yin! Please have mercy and spare my pitiful life!"

The vastly renowned super mighty figure was now kowtowing and apologizing relentlessly like a child who had done something wrong.

Bam bam bam…

The Dark Spirit King's heads were crashing into the ground, creating nine craters, as if it was trying to express its remorse by doing this.