Sangge stood in the command hall, staring at the wreckage of the Destruction-class starship on the screen, his face terrifyingly grim.
That Destruction-class starship, once as towering as a mountain, had already shattered into countless fragments that rained down like a desperate meteor shower.
"Xinghe..."
His gaze locked onto the figure in azure robes on the screen, and he forced out that name through clenched teeth, one word at a time.
Silard staggered to his side, his face deathly pale.
"Lord Sangge, our losses are too great! A Destruction-class starship, along with countless supplies and..."
"I know!"
Sangge cut him off brutally.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the azure-robed figure standing in midair on the screen.
"Pass down the order. All Destruction-class starships, lock onto Xinghe!"
Silard froze.
"My lord, you mean to..."
"I want him dead!"
Sangge's voice was the roar of a trapped beast.
"He destroyed my starship, killed my soldiers, and still wants to leave unscathed? Dream on! He dared come to Fenyu Continent, so he can wait for death!"
"But, my lord!" Silard grew anxious. "Though our Destruction-class starships are immensely powerful, they simply can't lock onto experts at the Heavenly Venerate level..."
"They must, whether they can or not!"
Sangge abruptly turned and glared at Silard.
"Two Destruction-class starships, lock onto Star River Heavenly Venerate! I want to see whether he can withstand a simultaneous barrage from Destruction-class starships!"
Silard opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to find that he could not utter a word.
He understood that Sangge had gone mad.
Driven mad by hatred.
But he understood even more clearly that using Destruction-class Weapons against Star River Heavenly Venerate meant completely tearing up their agreement with the Tianli Sect. When that happened, it would be a true