The Harken speaks our language?

Qin Ye’s first instinct was to mitigate the situation, “Don’t be angry, dear, it hurts your liver. We didn’t have a choice either…”

Compared to the last time they were here, it was evident that the wounds on the Harken’s body had recovered slightly. That said, it was still no more than a drop in the ocean.

“My lord.” Arthis bowed respectfully, “Former Judge of the Province of the Great Heavens, Arakshasa. Together with me is the third King Yanluo of Hell. We’ve come today to pay our respects to you.”

Qin Ye could clearly hear the sound of gnashing teeth. The Harken’s single open eye swept a nonchalant gaze at Arthis, before turning to him and sizing him up.

Strong… His entire body was instantly engulfed in a marrow-piercing chill that spread from his heart. Cold sweat poured out of his forehead and trickled down the sides of his cheeks. And the stronger his opponent was, the more he could sense the insurmountable chasm that separated them. He felt no different from a baby in front of the Harken right now.

He felt naked and bare.

After a protracted pause, the Harken finally spoke again, “Third King Yanluo of Hell…” And then, before Qin Ye could even respond, an all-consuming murderous intent suddenly surged from below like a rising tsunami that swept across the skies!

“Have you ever sought my permission?”

“Who in the world allowed a mere human being...