“Come on out, Yin Prince!” Lu Yun roared in front of the carriage.

The black-robed man had gone translucent with fear, backing up until he fully cowered in the shadows of the litter. However, the yin soldiers that’d retreated to the vehicle couldn’t tolerate a human blaspheming their master. They snarled and roared in fury before charging Lu Yun, the remaining six bearers were also close behind them.

“You call yourself a Yin Prince just because you lead this useless pack of clay chickens and ceramic dogs?” Lu Yun whirled around and grabbed one of the burly men, twisting the latter’s head right off his neck. Fear finally made itself known in the remaining five at this repeated display of sheer...