Zhao Sheng inwardly sighed upon seeing this. Xian Kong's ability to bend and yield, allowing him to hold such a status today, was indeed not without reason.
"༒༼ི...おかきぁ!"
Seeing Yama Ancestor remain defiant, Zhao Sheng did not pamper him and immediately began to silently chant the Heart Demon Spell, activating the opponent's Soul-locking Curse.
Ahh ahh ahh!
Suddenly, Yama Ancestor's face became extremely distorted as he clutched his head, rolling on the ground in pain. Bizarre ghostly shadows, visible to the naked eye, darted in and out of his orifices, trailing wisps of gray smoke.
The pain of soul burning and spirit splitting far exceeded the agony of a thousand cuts and a myriad of slashes. Even the strongest of individuals couldn't endure the torment of this curse, let alone someone like Yama who had lived a life of luxury for a thousand years and was not accustomed to such suffering.
"Stop...stop!...I...submit...ahh ahh!"
