Countless chaotic patterns appeared in his pupils, and a surge of Spiritual Power burst forth directly.
Zheng Yi seemed capable of seeing through all illusions, his gaze fixed fiercely on King Yama seated above, cursing without restraint.
"You damned old bastard, Claude, do you think I can't recognize you just because you changed your skin? Even from afar, I can smell that disgusting stench on you..."
With the breakthrough in Divine Soul Power, Zheng Yi seemed to wield some kind of controllable force. He slowly stood up, effortlessly breaking through the pressure behind him, suddenly extended his hand, pointed at the upper seat, and said.
"You're Yama, and I'm the Lord of Tai Mountain Prefect! How addicted are you to pretending? Why don't you transform into an Italian Cannon for me to see!"
