Lu Changhe could not help reacting so strongly.
What Shen Changchuan had done was simply too vile!
From south to north,
seven or eight Beggars Sect branch halls had fallen victim to his evil hand. From branch hall masters down to stewards and elite sect members, all had been controlled by that bizarre Demonic Art.
The Beggars Sect martial arts leaked as a result were almost beyond imagining!
One had to know,
anyone capable of serving as the master of a branch hall in a given region was, even within the Beggars Sect's main headquarters, part of the core upper echelon!
The cultivation methods they practiced were all profound Dharma Gates of the Beggars Sect's Secret Transmission!
Yet they had been leaked just like that.
And,
what infuriated Lu Changhe even more was that after the Beggars Sect discovered his existence and kicked up a tremendous storm, declaring their fury to their fellow martial artists and vowing to bring this villain to justice,
this fiend had not only failed to fear the Beggars Sect's imposing momentum and cease.
Instead, as though utterly unaffected, he had continued wreaking havoc!
Not long ago,
he had even struck down Yan Chengyou, master of the Beggars Sect's Suzhou branch hall!
One had to know that Yan Chengyou had been Lu Changhe's most valued and outstanding disciple!
Such conduct
was nothing less than jumping in his face to mock him.
How could Lu Changhe not be utterly enraged?!
This was not merely a personal grudge born from the death of his finest disciple. It was also about the dignity of the Beggars Sect, the greatest sect under heaven!
If they could not retaliate with the harshest methods of the age,
what face would the Beggars Sect have left?
Who would ever take the Beggars Sect