Liu Sanji spoke up. "My lords, could you do me a favor and spare this old brother of mine?"
"Give you face? Who do you think you are... Urgh! Yama..."
"Greetings, Lord Ya..."
Liu Sanji turned around and revealed his true face before the Netherworld Soldiers. The two soldiers' eyes filled with terror, their legs trembling as they nearly dropped to their knees on the spot. They hurriedly bent over and cupped their hands in salute, but halfway through their words, they could not utter that final word no matter what. It was as though some mysterious force had seized control of their throats.
Even the word "Yama" had been erased and never reached the ears of those present.
The two Netherworld Soldiers exchanged a glance, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes. Yet neither dared speak again, and they merely stood to one side with their heads bowed.
Every living being in the area was stunned, thunderbolts rolling through their eyes.
Those Netherworld Soldiers had been so arrogant and overbearing before, yet the moment they saw Liu Sanji, they wilted completely?
Just who was he, to possess such terrifying authority?
"Demon Eye, why are the Netherworld Soldiers so terrified upon seeing that old man? What are they afraid of?" the Wind Lord secretly transmitted his voice to Demon Eye.
"I can sense that those two Netherworld Soldiers are terrified—utterly terrified! Their livers and guts are nearly splitting apart. But I still cannot see through the old man's identity. Even within the Netherworld Soldiers' hearts, that name seems veiled in mist, unfathomable and impossible to grasp!" Demon Eye said.
She had already sustained severe injuries when she previously probed Liu Sanji, so she no longer dared investigate him. However, the Netherworld Soldiers' cultivation was merely equivalent to that of