It was a thin man dressed in a white tall hat and white robes, with black hair, blue eyes, and longish canine teeth. Yin energy poured out of his seven apertures as the man glared at Qin Ye with great hatred in his eyes.

They were currently squaring off in the core resource centre of the old Hell.

Given the current state of the old Hell, it was reasonable to expect anyone showing up in this place to be after the precious archives and resources that were stored in this place. Thus, who could have expected Qin Ye to suddenly destroy the Qiankun Pouch? The man had only let out a muffled cry of surprise because he was startled by Qin Ye’s unexpected course of action. Unfortunately, it was also because of this that Qin Ye finally managed to pinpoint his location.

The two men locked eyes. Both were filled with great vigilance. Qin Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly, because… the other man was also an Anitya Hellguard!

“I’ll give you a chance. Tell me who you are and why you’re here. Are you part of the old Hell, or… are you an agent sent by one of the feudal officials of the old Hell?” Qin Ye casually flicked his spirit streamer, “Perhaps I should also remind you of the advantages a genuine Emissary of Hell has over a quasi Emissary of Hell.”

The other man clutched at his chest nervously. He was just about to speak up when Qin Ye suddenly wagged his fingers at the man, “And don’t give me a stupid reply and say things like you’re my colleague. The old Hell has collapsed, and I’m the only genuine Emissary of Hell that remains in existence right now. Even if you once were...