The Underworld's Ten Great Origins

King Chu Jiang's actions made Cong Yuan's mouth twitch. He was speechless. Was this truly one of the Ten Halls of Yama? How could he be even less backbone than himself?

He Heng, however, showed no expression. He said indifferently, "Confess and be rewarded, resist and be punished. Answer a few questions for this seat, and you may live."

Hearing this, King Chu Jiang immediately sprang up, overjoyed. "Great King, I was right about you! You are the true dawn of the underworld, the savior of all nether spirits! Only a Ghost Emperor as magnanimous, wise, and mighty as you can lead the underworld to stand at the peak of heaven and earth! I am willing to follow you, to follow your noble and great back, towards higher and further places! Oh, right, what do you want to ask? I will tell you everything I know."

After King Chu Jiang's speech, Cong Yuan was somewhat dumbfounded and very surprised in his heart.

"This King Chu Jiang is also one of us. His roaring cultivation is even above mine. No, I can't let him stay by the Great King's side for long, or my position will be in jeopardy!"

Thinking this, he hurriedly said, "Great King, this person is glib-tongued and must have ulterior motives. I think it's better to torture him first and then ask."

He Heng glanced at the two of them and said nothing.

At this moment, King Chu Jiang shouted, "Great King, my sincerity is as clear as the sun and moon! You must believe me!" As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Cong Yuan.

Cong Yuan glared back at him without backing down. When it came to a battle of glares, he believed he had never feared anyone.

As their gazes clashed, He Heng let out