บท 506: Nation's Sword Saint

"You fool. Don't you know how vast the underworld is before you enter it? The Lord of the Underworld, Yixie Namei, is a heaven-rank master with eight million ghosts and spirits under them. The number of earth-rank ghosts and spirits is uncountable. You want to take over the underworld with only the two of you?"

Abe Haruki laughed out loud. In his eyes, there were ghostly flames floating from time to time. The air was filled with a dense black fog, and the ground was full of skeletons. Some were human and some were beasts. He could even sense the powerful aura of the master of the underworld, Yixie, from far away!

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed, and a few guesses formed in his mind. Although it was unbelievable, it was a possibility.

He used his hand to pull Orochi over and grabbed one of the hydra's heads as he said fiercely, "Is this Takama?"

"Hiss, why should I ah-! That's right, that's right, this is Takama, p-please, stop!"