"If you were gone, who would manage our entire Ghost Clan? I'm not capable enough on my own. Really, shouldn't you hurry up and leave?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Saint Lord Taichu drove the blade in again. Smiling, Saint Lord Taichu said, "Sorry, Young Master of the Ghost Clan, but I may have to disappoint you. Not only can your father not escape, he'll have to die by my hand."
"After all, I will never let anyone off easily, no matter who they are!"
"Your Ghost Clan isn't any good either. You've been colluding with the Dragon King behind the scenes for so many years. That alone proves you're all the same kind of scum. Your oppression of ordinary people has never stopped."
"You were born crippled and useless. The only reason you've survived until now is because your father ruined ordinary people one after another, using their blood to restore yours. Otherwise, you'd have died long ago. Could you still put on airs like you are now?"
Saint Lord Taichu had barely finished exposing their true faces when...
The Ghost King's son began gasping for breath. After such a tremendous shock, it was impossible for him not to be affected emotionally, even in the slightest.
His son kept gasping heavily, clearly shaken by the provocation. Saint Lord Taichu smiled and said, "Oh, not bad. You've started playing pitiful now, brother. Don't do that. What if your father thinks I killed you? Then you'd really be finished. If something happens to you, it has absolutely nothing to do with me. Not a thing."
To onlookers who did not know the full story, Saint Lord Taichu's behavior made him seem like a great villain. In truth, however, Saint Lord Taichu was no bad man. Everything he did was