Black Tiger Hall headquarters.
Black and scarlet intertwined.
Flames licked at the pale, shattered bones, mingling with scarlet blood as they imprinted them onto a gigantic iron stele forged from countless weapons.
A strange rune was outlined on the stele.
Liu Zongsheng, Zhao Huayuan, and the Qi Family head stood in three different directions, channeling their inner force into the stele. The strange rune slowly glowed red.
A moment later.
The three stopped and caught their breath.
A hint of madness glinted in Liu Zongsheng's eyes. "Gentlemen, we have enough living sacrifices now, and the Stele Sacrifice Ceremony is nearly complete. Here's to our great success!"
Zhao Huayuan clenched his fists, indignant. "At this critical moment, Chen Mo took advantage of the chaos and slaughtered everyone from the Hansha Gang and Black Tiger Hall. If I weren't unable to go back, I'd tear him limb from limb!"
Liu Zongsheng, however, didn't care in the slightest. "They were just a bunch of weak underlings. Let them die. Once the stele is complete, the three of us can use it to greatly increase our cultivation. By then, we'll have Anyang County firmly in our grasp. The likes of the Xie Family, Hefeng Pawnshop, and Iron Palm Gang won't amount to anything, let alone Chen Mo, some country bumpkin!"
The Qi Family head chimed in, "Brother Liu is right. Why worry about the survival of some small gang? The three of us can unite all of Anyang County and establish a great sect. After that, we can gradually swallow up the neighboring counties."
Liu Zongsheng was delighted by those words, unable to hide the joy on his face. "Brother Qi Feng, you speak the truth. If the stele helps us both reach the pinnacle of Hua Jin, or even break through Hua Jin,