The black blade in Yama's hand emitted a piercing hum, with dense and bizarre runes appearing on the blade.
"The survival law of the aristocratic family has always been to ascend to the heavens stepping on the corpses of their opponents!"
Yama pointed the blade directly, dark mist surging, "Your innocence is simply absurd!"
"Enough." He suddenly gave a sinister smile, "Talking to you, a blockhead, is futile, a waste of cultivation to the Spirit Severing Realm."
Speaking up to this point, Yama slowly raised his long blade, and a thousand ghostly faces emerged in the dark mist, "Since you crave battle so much, the more injured you are, the crazier you become... today, I'll grant your wish!"
Before Yama finished speaking, his figure had already flashed forward.
The black blade slashed out a chilling arc, and before the blade's edge reached him, a cold blade aura had already plowed a several-zhang gully into the ground.
