As the figure approached step by step, endless immortal aura rippled around him. Space shattered, and cracks appeared across the deck beneath his feet.
"You are one of the few who dare to openly provoke our Ancient Underworld," the shadow said blandly as he looked at Xu Zimo.
"I'm rather curious—which of the Ten Great Yama Kings are you?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"King Qin You," the shadow replied in a low voice.
He slowly raised his head. His face was unnaturally pale, covered in purple markings that resembled some ancient curse seal.
"Have everyone else leave. Let's talk alone," Xu Zimo said calmly.
King Qin You gave a soft laugh. "I don't understand where your confidence comes from. Bring out your Divine Meridian Realm demonic beast.
"If that is your trump card, then you are not qualified to negotiate with me."
Xu Zimo chuckled as demonic energy filled the skies and gathered in the air.
At that moment, King Qin You felt as though some ancient existence had fixed its gaze upon him. Within that demonic energy, he sensed boundless terror.
Spiritual energy surged around King Qin You. He snorted coldly at the demonic energy and said nothing.
"I think you have it backward," Xu Zimo said with a smile. "The fact that I am negotiating with you is already giving you face.
"If I had not taken a fancy to the strength of your Ancient Underworld, you alone would not be qualified."
Upon hearing Xu Zimo's words, King Qin You did not refute him this time. He could sense the terror contained within that demonic energy.
With a gentle wave of both hands, the hundred surrounding figures retreated and vanished into the darkness.
The evening breeze swept across the river. The ship, which had already come