"Lou Gao, if you want someone to blame, blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't have!" Tai Tan said coldly from the shadows.
As long as Lou Gao died, he would become the only Divine Blacksmith in the world. With his status, commanding the entire Blacksmith Association would not be difficult.
It was somewhat regrettable for Lou Gao to die, but that was still better than letting Han Yu recruit him.
Late at night, as silence settled in, the blacksmiths of the Blacksmith Association gradually returned home.
Only Lou Gao's Number One Forging Room remained brightly lit.
"Go!" Tai Tan gave the order.
Strength Clan Disciples dressed in Nightwalker Outfits swiftly opened the forging room's doors. They filed inside and surrounded Lou Gao, who was in the middle of forging.
"Who are you people?" Coming back to his senses, Lou Gao asked in astonishment.
Tai Tan, dressed in black, stepped out from the crowd. Just as he was about to make his move, Lou Gao called out his name.
"Tai Tan, what are you trying to do!"
Tai Tan was exceptionally burly, and Lou Gao knew him well enough to recognize him at once.
Tai Tan simply dropped the pretense and said directly, "Lou Gao, I gave you a chance. Since you insist on leading the Blacksmith Association into the abyss, as vice president, I have a duty to correct you."
Tai Tan possessed the cultivation of a Soul Douluo. The instant his Soul Power aura locked onto Lou Gao, the latter was already unable to escape.
Tai Tan stepped forward and slowly extended his right hand, intending to slap Lou Gao to death.
Suddenly, excruciating pain erupted from Tai Tan's palm. In the next instant, his entire right arm began to combust on its own.
"Mm—Aah—"
Tai Tan fell