Ling Wufeng was the third King Song since Hell's Gate had been founded.
He had joined this assassin organization with cultivation at the Divine Presence Realm.
Judging by the seating order of the Ten Yama Kings, he considered himself the third-strongest person in Hell's Gate—perhaps even higher than third.
For although King Chujiang, ranked second, was powerful, he had never given Ling Wufeng enough pressure to make him suffocate. In a life-and-death struggle, it was not certain who would emerge victorious.
Naturally, he still maintained the necessary respect for their leader, King Qinguang.
He had been in the organization for less than a year and had only seen King Qinguang act once. Yet that one time had been enough to utterly subdue him, leaving him not daring to entertain the slightest presumptuous thought.
Then again, before joining Hell's Gate, which of these Yama Kings had not been a vicious and monstrous figure? If King Qinguang truly had no means, who among them would ever have submitted to another?
He had never expected King Biancheng, the Sixth Hall Yama King—this elusive figure who showed his face but never his tail and almost never took missions—to be so wildly arrogant.
He had merely shown a little displeasure. It was not as though he had truly made a move.
It was such a trivial matter that would have passed if one simply softened up. Yet this bastard had been so unyielding, even daring to provoke him in return!
And he had not merely provoked him alone, but all the Yama Kings at once!
What he had expected even less was that not a single one of these fierce-looking "colleagues" around him stepped forward in the face of such provocation.
Every one of them watched their noses, and their noses watched their hearts, as