The Ten Halls of Hell trembled, a look of disbelief etched across his face. He then uncontrollably turned to the other Yama Kings beside him, as if questioning whether he had heard correctly.,Just watch, the breath of the King Yama dissipated once again like smoke. The protective shield, imbued with a faint glow, remained motionless, not even its brilliance dimming in the slightest.,Yama was stunned, the anger on his face vanished, replaced by a meekness.。