Xiao Chen's gaze was resolute.
Cold and indifferent, like a demon god devoid of emotion.
His world was simple.
Kindness must be repaid; vengeance must be exacted.
Martial Hall had repeatedly sought to put him to death.
It had repeatedly targeted his sect as well, and had even caused the death of his senior brother, Dong Wenjian.
Today, it had even diverted disaster eastward.
It wanted to borrow the Qiankun Dynasty's hand.
To cast him into a place of eternal damnation.
This hatred and enmity soared higher than the heavens and ran deeper than the sea.
Other than making Martial Hall's blood flow into rivers and its corpses pile into mountains,
nothing could quell the fury in his heart.
The moment those words left his mouth,
they were like thunder on a cloudless day.
They boomed beside the ears of everyone from Martial Hall.
Wipe them out?
Xiao Chen actually wanted to exterminate Martial Hall's entire sect?
"Xiao Chen, have you gone mad? The Myriad Dynasty War is upon us, and the situation hangs by a thread. This is precisely the time when all must unite against foreign enemies, yet you want to slaughter Martial Hall to the last?"
"Exactly! Even if Martial Hall was at fault, aren't you standing here perfectly unharmed? You haven't even lost a piece of flesh, yet you've gone utterly insane and want to launch a massacre against Martial Hall? Are you even human?"
"Shh, stop talking. They are the knife and we are the fish on the chopping block. Don't intensify the conflict!"
Two Martial Hall elders were beside themselves with rage and cursed Xiao Chen furiously, while another elder hurriedly tried to stop them.
Yet the two elders' faces remained full of fury.
They did not understand.
Why was Xiao Chen so incapable