The Anarchic Consort (Book 1)

681-685

The perturbed exorcists looked at each other helplessly. What shocked them more was the fact that the person who was wreaking the havoc was the little boy who was standing before them!

"Stupid." The son of King of Hell bared his canines. He had the appearance of a child. However, the Qi of Yin he was born with absurdly threatened everyone, causing them to shudder involuntarily.

Elder Xu Wu had never expected to be restrained by a little boy.

By now, Zongzheng Wen Ren had sensed something unusual about the situation. He put in a strenuous effort to voice his question, "Who are you?"

"Who? Me?" The son of King of Hell could not strike a pose at this moment as he was still lifted up in the air. Therefore, he blew his fringe and smirked. "You will know who I am when you are dead."

"No. Your Highness, you cannot act impulsively here. This is the human world and we're restricted rules and regulations. If you kill someone here, the King of Hell will never allow you to come to the human world again!" The reapers quickly halted him, witnessing how rapidly the situation had progressed. Similarly, they dared not get too close to the son of King of Hell because the Great Demon King was still in proximity. He was extremely terrifying!

Owing to the presence of the huge group of reapers, the temperature in the Great Hall had plunged to near freezing point!

Every witness to this unbelievable scene was completely flabbergasted!

The exorcists' hearts nearly leaped out of their chests. There is... such a huge group of reapers! And... what did they just call that little boy?

Your Highness?

Zongzheng Wen Ren's expression changed abruptly as if he was greatly astounded by the scene. He completely lost his composure when his gaze landed on the word "Yama" word that was written at the top hat on the little boy's head. "You... what is your relationship with the King of Hell?"

"He's my father." The son of King of Hell replied with an indifferent tone. He felt so proud as he spoke for he finally had the chance to boast about his father.

Zongzheng Wen Ren's grip around the Peach Blossom Sword loosened when he heard the boy's words. A loud clang rang when the sword fell onto the floor. He staggered backward and fell into his seat. He mulled over the words. "How is this possible! This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible." The son of King of Hell snorted, "It's not strange for me to appear in the human world. So, don't make a fuss about it." He looked at Helian Wei Wei and said, "Woman, can you ask your man to put me down? It is hard for me to pose if he continues to hold me up like this."

Helian Wei Wei was speechless. How can he even think about posing under such circumstances?

Similarly, the exorcists were rendered mute out of shock after they heard what the son of King of Hell said!

In other words, the person Helian Wei Wei summoned was not a judge, but the King of Hell's son!

The exorcists could not even imagine how much spiritual power was required to achieve that and they regretted their acts immensely!

That's right!

They regret for not acknowledging Helian Wei Wei as a powerful woman.

Not only that, they regretted their decision to follow the envoys to the War Dragon Dynasty for the competition!

Even Zongzheng Wen Ren had to concede and acknowledge Helian Wei Wei as a Great Master.

Such astounding cultivation could only be achieved by the members of the Exorcising Tribe.