"Good! What a Ye Chen! What an Astral Force martial artist!"
Lin Tianlong laughed in extreme anger, his laughter filled with icy killing intent.
"No wonder you dared to be so arrogant! No wonder you dared to kill my, Lin Tianlong's, disciple!"
"So you relied on having a bit of cultivation and dared to disregard my Dragon Gate!!"
He suddenly swept his sleeve, his gaze sharp as lightning as he looked around the room. His voice rang through the entire funeral hall like a great bell:
"Continue holding Yang's funeral! Make sure he receives a grand burial! Use the highest standards for everything!"
"As for that Ye Chen..."
A vicious gleam flashed through Lin Tianlong's eyes as he gritted his teeth.
"I'll go meet him right now!!"
"Astral Force or otherwise, he dared to kill my disciple. I will personally take that dog's head and tear his corpse into ten thousand pieces to honor Yang's spirit in heaven!!"
After saying that, Lin Tianlong did not hesitate in the slightest. Without even taking a sip of water, he turned and strode away with soaring murderous intent.
Now that he knew the murderer's exact information, this old Dragon Lord, who was fiercely protective of his own, was determined to make that ignorant live-in son-in-law pay blood for blood today!
At Sunshine Inn, inside a standard king room reeking of cheap air freshener.
Ye Chen, who had been hungover all night and had ultimately passed out from rage, finally slowly woke amid waves of splitting headache.
He opened his bloodshot eyes, his expression numb and vacant as he stared blankly at the yellowing, mold-spotted ceiling overhead.
By now, Li Tianshun's men had changed him into clean clothes. The suffocating stench clinging to his body had also been mostly removed after several rounds