Tomb Mountain Grotto-Heaven.
A heavy fist pressed down from the Void, its vast force crushing layer upon layer of space. The entire Grotto-Heaven began to shake. Cracks sprang open in countless coffins, and chilling roars seeped from within.
The fist descended like a Divine Peak, bearing down viciously on Fang Yang's position. Its power had reached the limit beneath the Legend Realm, revealing the attacker's identity.
"King Yama stands at the top of the Ghost-God True Spirit Picture and ranks first among the Underworld's many divine offices. On his home ground in the Underworld, he possesses the power of the Legend Realm. But when interfering in the True World, this is the most power he can bring to bear."
Wang Siyuan spoke as though he had long known, from his family's inheritance, some of those who coveted this place. At their first encounter, he identified the man behind the punch.
Fang Yang's expression did not change. Nor did he draw the Yuanyang Ruler at his waist. Instead, he took a Heavenly Immortal-grade longsword from the embryonic universe within him.
Then he thrust it forward.
A dim sword light struck the fist in the sky. At first, nothing happened. It even seemed to anger the hidden King Yama, whose punch grew heavier.
But in the next instant—
"Ah!"
"My divine seat!"
"What did you do?!"
A voice rang out from the void, furious and horrified. Anyone could hear the fear beneath its hoarse screams.
Deep in the Underworld, King Yama's face changed drastically within Yama Hall, the foremost of the ten halls. He felt his connection to the Ghost-God True Spirit Picture begin to dissolve at terrifying speed.
Fang Yang stood before Tomb Mountain and watched the fist about to strike his head turn brittle as porcelain, fragments flaking from its