The Yin God snorted coldly. "Since you know I'm from the Underworld, why haven't you withdrawn already?"
"Otherwise, after you die, you'll all be refined into puppets!"
Shrouded in black mist, the Yin God was astonishingly arrogant and overbearing.
He showed no fear whatsoever before Li Ming and Taihuang, who had concealed their auras.
Although the two looked as though they had returned to an unadorned, natural state, the Yin God assumed they had merely cultivated secret arts to hide their cultivation.
Li Ming was truly speechless after hearing that.
He had managed the Underworld for so many years. Which Yin Soldier, Yin General, or Yin God did he not know inside out?
Yet here was an impostor, actually putting on airs.
"Hasn't the Underworld always kept its gates sealed and strictly forbidden anyone from harassing the myriad living beings of heaven and earth?"
"Who sent you to the Immortal Ascension Grounds on the Big Dipper?" Li Ming pressed.
"Was it the Prison-Suppressing Emperor, the Yama Emperor, or the Underworld Emperor?"
Hearing the newcomer casually name three Supremes with such effortless composure, the Yin God began to grow uneasy.
His heart pounded with alarm.
Could this newcomer really have some formidable background?
"Shut up!"
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't!"
"The Underworld has no need to explain its affairs to anyone!"
"I'll give you a chance to live."
"Get lost!"
The Yin God remained as haughty as ever.
Li Ming wasted no more words after hearing that.
He reached out with a great hand, plunging it straight into the black mist.
"How dare you!" the Yin God cried out, unable to believe the terrifying aura he sensed.
Extreme Dao divine might erupted, as though it would destroy heaven and earth.
Under that terrifying collision, the netherworld aura of death instantly turned