“Very well.” Qin Ye closed his eyes, and his clothes began to flap and flutter, “I’ll give you one last chance. By the count of three, I want you out of the way.”

The four men in prison garbs immediately motioned to leave, but a menacing glare from Tiger Gao immediately made them freeze where they were.

An eighteen year old Emissary of Hell?

And one who was still wearing a down jacket and jeans?

He doesn’t even have a gun with him! So what if he’s formidable? We’ve got several hundred men on our side! If he’s here, he must already have died once before. So what’s stopping us from killing him again?

Three men were squaring off against a faction of hundreds. The entire scene seemed completely calm and still, yet it was no different from the ocean’s calm before a torrential storm. The silence was oppressive, and the stillness was suffocating.

“Three…” Qin Ye’s voice filled every corner of Hell like an authoritative, tolling bell. As long as he was in Hell, he could project his voice to anyone and anywhere he wished.

Yet, nobody backed down.

Neither was prepared to give an inch. The hundreds of men stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a seemingly impenetrable wall that locked Qin Ye in.

“Two.”

Still, nobody moved.

Tens of thousands watched the sight with bated breaths.

“One. Very well.” Having counted down from three, Qin Ye finally opened his eyes once more, “A fool who has only died once knows nothing…”

“A mere Yin spirit dares to bite back at an Emissary of Hell?!”

Boom!!

As soon as he finished speaking, a...