This one, at least, was something else.
He had simply charged out on horseback, not playing by the usual rules.
But from their brief exchange, Ding Ling could tell that this man knew when to yield and when to stand firm, and that he cared about his subordinates. He was a rare good superior.
Ding Ling had no intention of eliminating someone like that. Instead, he hoped they could have a proper talk.
That was why he had not gone for the kill, using only one move to intimidate him.
And he had succeeded.
His opponent was indeed very perceptive.
At this moment, Ding Ling looked the general up and down twice before asking with a smile:
"May I ask who the host is?"
"King Biancheng."
"King Biancheng?"
Ding Ling found the name strangely familiar. After thinking for a moment, he remembered:
"King Biancheng, one of the Ten Yama Kings?!"
"Correct."
"..."
Ding Ling was astonished:
"How could one of the dignified Ten Yama Kings be here?"
"I don't know either."
King Biancheng looked utterly bewildered:
"I only remember that a long time ago, while I was working in the Underworld, everything suddenly went black before my eyes. Then I came here and became the City Lord of the City of Fear."
Ding Ling found it hard to believe:
"As far as I know, King Yama is already the strongest person in the Underworld. Who could subdue you so easily?"
"It might not have been a person."
King Biancheng shook his head and sighed deeply:
"All these years, I've kept thinking about it. I racked my brains, but I couldn't think of anyone in this world with such ability. In the end, I could only conclude that it wasn't a person, but the work of some strange Curse Source in