Hei Shan's words resonated in this place, and suddenly endless ghostly wails and wolf howls arose.
"Hehehe."
A spine-chilling laugh emerged, so sinister that even Xiao Han couldn't help but shudder.
"Bastard, the Ghost Messengers of Xuan Country can't restrain me. I am a subject of Tian Zhao the Great God, and I have nothing to do with your Netherworld," the little Ghost King sneered disdainfully.
His voice was somewhat effeminate, but it wasn't gentle at all, giving instead a sinister feeling that made anyone listening shudder.
"He's merely a barbaric deity. Even Tian Zhao retreats at the sight of someone from the Yin Bureau. You're just a petty Ghost King, yet you dare to be presumptuous in front of a Ghost Messenger," Hei Shan shouted, his voice carrying an awe-inspiring aura.
The little Ghost King kept sneering, as if he scorned Hei Shan's words, not paying him any attention.
This caused Hei Shan's pale complexion to turn even darker with anger.
