Is this an attitude that you should have when visiting a sick and wounded patient?

It had to be said that Dogballs Qin’s tyrannical aura was at an all-time high after having returned to the safety of his own territory. He swept Arthis a cold glance, “If you can survive the onslaught of attacks of sixty thousand Yin soldiers led by thirteen Infernal Judges no less, and then still live to tell the tale, I’ll immediately take on your surname.”

Arthis immediately froze and retracted the mischievous smile on her face, “What happened? Why are there Yin soldiers out there? Don’t spare any details!”

Just then, a male voice resounded interjected from the doorway, and Oda Nobunaga and Gu Qing both walked in at the same time, “I’m also curious as to why Lord Qin would suddenly show up at Hell’s Gate that day, completely covered in blood. Do you know what kind of shock you’ve caused everyone in Hell? Who could have possibly injured you to such an extent?” 

Oda Nobunaga’s body armor was now tattered and broken in several places, and there were even traces of Yin energy bubbling from the dark crevices on it. His expression was laced with some measure of grim hostility, and he exuded both the majesty and ferocity of the infamous Demon King of the Sixth Heaven that rattled Nippon four hundred years ago.

On the other hand, Gu Qing’s expression was laden with worry and concern. After all, Qin Ye was undoubtedly Hell’s main pillar of support. Everyone else in Hell was completely expendable, especially since it was only a matter of time before Hell became filled with talents once again. However, the one person that was practically irreplaceable was Qin Ye alone.

Glossing over his usual impish...