That monkey really left his mark on the Hall of Yama back in the day. Even now, his lingering might is enough to scare the underworld officials here. Ye Chen thought to himself.
After passing through the corridor between two rows of underworld officials, Ye Chen reached the innermost part of the Hall of Yama. Looking up, he saw that the desk stood considerably higher than the floor.
Ye Chen knew it must have been built that way by the King of Hell to overawe the ghosts and spirits. The King of Hell was the highest-ranking official in the underworld; without an imposing presence, how could he make all the ghosts submit?
"Old King Yama, get out here!" Just as Ye Chen was wondering how imposing the King of Hell must be, Sun Wukong ruined the solemn atmosphere of the Hall of Yama with a single sentence and a single action.
After shouting his insult, Sun Wukong leaped straight onto the throne in the Hall of Yama. Then, as if he were back in his own home, he sat down and waited for the King of Hell to appear.
I wonder what the King of Hell is thinking right now. Ye Chen couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the usually lofty ruler of the underworld, now being treated this way.
Sigh. I hope he doesn't take his anger at this monkey out on Tang Sanzang. Ye Chen shook his head, worried about the monkey's behavior.
"Great Sage! What brings you here?" A voice rang out from the rear of the great hall. It carried such authority that even Ye Chen, though in his spirit form, felt his mind tremble.
The three ghosts beside Ye Chen were even worse off. The moment they heard the voice, fear appeared on their