"Yama Son of Heaven? The first Yama Hall Master?" Gu Zheng Yi said, his expression darkening.
In midair, the Yama Son of Heaven wore a black robe, his face pitch-black. An authority as heavy as a mountain pressed down, and the Sixteen Heart-Piercing Envoys escaped and respectfully bowed before him.
The Yama Son of Heaven—the legendary figure—had suddenly appeared, instantly changing everyone's expressions.
The Abi Sword was in his left hand, and the Yuan Tu Sword in his right. One black and one red, they shone brilliantly against each other.
"Whoosh!"
The Yama Son of Heaven swept his left hand. Surging Black Qi rushed in all directions, and the Abi Sword in his left hand abruptly seemed to transform, becoming a roiling Black River.
He spread his right hand.
"Boom!"
The Yuan Tu blood sword abruptly became a vast sea of blood. Blood-light soared into the heavens, competing with the Black River in his left hand for the color of the world.
From afar, the Yama Son of Heaven appeared to be gripping a Black River in one hand and a sea of blood in the other. His might was boundless, his ferocity extreme. Even from a great distance, one could feel that awe-inspiring, murderous pressure.
This was the Yama Son of Heaven!
The Yama Son of Heaven's expression turned cold, and a trace of killing intent shot straight at Gu Zheng Yi.
Gu Zheng Yi naturally refused to yield. He stared coldly at the Yama Son of Heaven.
The Yama Son of Heaven lifted his head and looked toward Lan.
"Little Gonggong?" the Yama Son of Heaven said coldly.
Little fellow?
Many members of the Witch Clan looked bewildered. Little fellow? He was calling Gonggong that?
"Yama Son of Heaven? You—you're still alive?" Gonggong cried out in alarm.
"Ancestor