You Weren't Strong Enough

Throughout Hell's Gate, among the Ten Yama Kings, only King Qinguang, ranked first and leader of Hell's Gate, never wore a mask. He always showed his true face.

He didn't even hide the fact that one day, he would return to Blessed Nation and kill his way back in.

Of course, from what Wu Yiyu had seen so far, King Wuguan of Hell's Gate didn't seem to like wearing a mask either...

"Wuguan?"

On the silvery-white screen, Yin Guan raised an eyebrow.

"He wants to..." King Wuguan pointed at Wu Yiyu and said with some difficulty, "join. Become a Yama. Little Ghost recommended him."

Yin Guan shifted his gaze.

Wu Yiyu hurriedly put on a smile. "Greetings, Lord King Qinguang!"

Only then did he understand that the Origin Stone King Wuguan had asked for was the fee for sending the message.

They charged for this too? And so much?

If you're that good at business, why be an assassin? he roared inwardly.

King Wuguan remained standing there, icy and silent. She didn't speak again, nor did she care how Wu Yiyu felt or what happened next.

On the silvery-white screen, Yin Guan looked at Wu Yiyu. "Introduce yourself."

"I've worked with our Hell's Gate before," Wu Yiyu hurriedly said. "I'm Wu Yiyu, an elder of the Golden Needle Sect, and I've inherited its True Disciple teachings. The previous sect master was my master, and the current sect master is my senior brother. I specialize in medicine and can serve our organization..."

Yin Guan cut him off. "Why do you want to join us?"

Wu Yiyu paused, then gritted his teeth. "The Golden Needle Sect treated me unfairly!"

"That old bastard of a master of mine passed the Golden Needle Sect on to my senior brother, who was nowhere near as