Red-Rumped Yama laughed so hard that even the white-boned tiger beneath him trembled.
He abruptly stopped laughing. The Golden Cudgel in his hand traced a dark-red arc through the air and pointed straight at the tip of the Black Sky Lord's nose.
"Old Black Heaven Fiend, don't play the all-seeing sage in front of me!"
Defiant demonic flame burned in Red-Rumped Yama's scarlet slit pupils as he retorted without a shred of courtesy.
"You call me dishonest? You're no better!"
"Do you really think I don't know about those little tricks you've been pulling behind the scenes?"
Red-Rumped Yama sneered repeatedly, a note of venomous triumph in his voice.
"Who spent the essence of a hundred years of bitter cultivation to forcibly split off a projection and send it into Linjiang County in the Living World?"
"Who set up that laughable killing game in tiny Blackwater Ancient Town, sneaking around to siphon off the Living World's fortune?"
"And who was exchanging meaningful looks and cozying up to that little bastard Tian Yan from the Heavenly Demon Divine Church before the Netherworld army had even marched?"
Red-Rumped Yama stepped forward, his enormous body radiating a ferocious, oppressive might that bore down relentlessly on the Black Sky Lord.
"So what if I begged to fight? At least I dare to openly carry a blade into the Living World to kill people and feast on their flesh!"
"And you, Black Heaven? True Person Lingxu's phantom shattered your plans in Riverside with a single sword strike. You tried to steal a chicken and lost your rice instead."
"When His Majesty Yin Tianzi sent out his troops this time, you could have stayed behind to oversee things. Instead, you shamelessly insisted on following me to the front to serve as a vanguard—a thankless job for