Hearing this, the goblet in the King of Killing's hand was crushed to pieces.
Scarlet liquid trickled down his pale fingers and dripped onto the dark-red carpet.
"What did you say?"
The King of Killing sprang to his feet.
The evil aura of the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King within him surged wildly, trying to suppress the consciousness that was beginning to awaken.
But the string of news—"the Clear Sky Sect had been humiliated," "his grandson had been sold," and "his great-grandson had been crippled"—was too great a shock for Tang Chen, who valued his sect's honor above all else.
That was the number one sect in the world, built through a lifetime of his painstaking effort.
That was the bloodline of Tang Chen.
"Get out!"
The King of Killing let out a bestial roar. A terrifying wave of blood-red energy hurled the black-clad enforcer dozens of meters away, slamming him into the hall's wall. He passed out on the spot.
The hall was completely empty.
The King of Killing clutched his head with both hands and sank to one knee before the throne in agony.
His face twisted.
One half was covered in blood-red bat markings, brimming with evil energy; the other bore the dignity and resolve of a Peerless Douluo.
"Su Chen..."
A deep voice, filled with boundless fury, came from the King of Killing's mouth.
It was no longer the bat's voice. It was Tang Chen's own.
"You dared to humiliate my Clear Sky Sect..."
"You dared to hurt the children of my Tang Clan..."
Tang Chen's soul fought back with all its might.
Fueled by his towering rage, he actually managed to suppress the Nine-Headed Bat King's consciousness for a brief moment.
He raised his right hand and grasped at the empty air.
A massive hammer, pitch-black