Mister Corpse berated Xuan Old and Huang Old.
His words seethed with maddened hatred and endless resentment. The more Jin Peng and the others listened, the redder their eyes became. Though these powerful figures had long since reached the Ancestral Immortal realm and possessed hearts as firm as stone, they were still infected by that bone-deep remorse.
"Beasts!" Jin Peng ground out through clenched teeth.
"Even a beast raised for long enough will show loyalty. These two aren't even fit to be called beasts!" Human Butcher said coldly.
"People like them deserve a thousand cuts and ten thousand slices, then to have their bones ground to dust and their souls burned in raging flames, so they can neither live nor die!" King Skeleton said with chilling malice.
Jin Peng and the others all clenched their fists, waiting only for the order to swiftly kill these creatures worse than beasts.
Mister Corpse was usually taciturn and cold-tempered. Yet now he roared, his words pouring forth without end, completely unlike his usual silence. He even scolded the two across from him with an almost "childish" fury.
Zhong Shan knew that this was not "childishness." Mister Corpse was mourning his son.
A white-haired man seeing off a black-haired man—the mighty Burial Clan now had only Mister Corpse left.
Xuan Old and Huang Old standing before him had originally been the two people Mister Corpse adopted. He had poured his heart and blood into teaching them, only to receive their merciless betrayal in return. Back then, he must have invested a portion of familial affection in them, but it was only when the Burial Clan was destroyed that he discovered it had all happened because of their betrayal.
That familial affection had been joined by the hatred of remorse, twisting those emotions beyond recognition