Shangboluo?!
Yama slightly knitted his brows, gaze intense, and stared fixedly at this unfamiliar Asura before him.
How did this guy bypass his Envoy and enter this place?
"Who are you exactly?"
"How did you get into my palace? Where is my Envoy?"
A hint of chilliness came across the blue face of Yama as he stood up from his throne, a surge of death aura swirling around him, with a deep and hoarse voice, he asked three consecutive questions.
"You don't need to know this!"
Shangboluo spoke indifferently.
His figure was agile, with Sacred Thread draped diagonally over his half-naked and robust torso, he took large strides, advancing towards Yama step by step.
Gleaming golden footprints imprinted themselves in the Hall of Yama.
"!!!"
Yama's expression turned cold.
"Do you know what you are doing?"
"You are approaching me, Yama, you are approaching death, walking towards your end!"
Yama said in a chilly voice.
