The Little Ancestress, Sweet Potato Shochu

"Arrogant."

All three armies felt the oppression brought by the Head Array, and Hu Ma could feel the God-Bestowed King's arrogance too.

That finger he'd just pointed had clearly been aimed at him.

Though it had been a little off target, the fact that he dared to point at all meant the God-Bestowed King knew about the current struggle over the Emperor's Fate. He knew that behind every Grass Head King stood a mysterious expert from the occult world, guiding them.

And he had someone behind him, too.

Yet he'd acted as if he didn't care, and even dared to dismiss them as "men of the martial world."

The Ten Families were indeed all men of the martial world. Even after stealing the Emperor's Fate for twenty years, they still kept watch over the realm and dealt with the various powers of the world according to the rules of the martial world.

But would anyone really dare to treat the Ten Families as mere men of the martial world?

Thinking of the man's arrogance, and of the boundless slaughter contained in this Head Array, Hu Ma narrowed his eyes slightly.

He turned to Erguotou and asked, "What kind of art is his Head Array?"

"Of course, it's Soul Punishment."

Erguotou frowned. He was facing the vast stretch of dark, strange fog below, trying to light an exquisite oil lamp before him, but he'd failed.

Every time he coaxed a little flame to life, it flickered once and went out.

The Ghost Walker had offered his own life to the altar, then used the altar to command the power of heaven and earth. Now that he couldn't even light an oil lamp, it meant the evil of this place was so profound that he couldn't even set up an altar.

"This