Xu Qing’s cold voice echoed out into the forbidden region, bringing with it a wind of death and the glow of an underworld lamp that could attract the souls of the living. A mountain-toppling, sea-draining force built up on him as he sat on the ninth mountain, countless crimson soul threads spreading out behind him. The seven ghost faces emerged from within him and began to orbit around him in a very gruish fashion. That, combined with his unusually handsome features and long hair, made him look absolutely incomparable. He seemed imbued with a spirit that could conquer mountains and rivers, and it caused the sky to flicker with bright colors, and galeforce winds to whip around him.1

Sir Heavenhark saw him and reeled inwardly. His mind filled with thunderous rumblings, and his expression flickered. All of a sudden, a sensation of deadly crisis rose up within him like the waters of the tide. It swept through his mind like a landslide, filling every inch of his flesh and every particle of his bones. Even his soul started screaming.1

Danger. Danger! Danger!!9

All of his senses were telling him that this was a deadly crisis. The smoke...0