Chương 847: GOD NEOMA

"THIS EYE does not belong to you, old man."

Helstor, who was still catching his breath from losing the eye he stole from the God of Death, glared at the Imperial Princess. "Whether it's the Princess Neoma of this time or the one from the Dead World, both of you are insufferable wenches."

"Whether it's you of this time or the one from the Dead World, you're still a weak little old parasite who sticks to other weaklings because you can't do anything on your own," the older Princess Neoma said in a mocking tone. "You're only good at stealing things that don't belong to you. If I were your father, I would kill myself again from embarrassment for having a useless successor like you."

"You know that the God of Eternal Darkness who created the Absolute Darkness during the Ancient Period was my father?"

The Imperial Princess smiled slyly at him. "I know more than that, old man."

That made him freeze on the spot.