Su Xin looked at Chen Beitang, a flicker of interest appearing on his face. He said blandly, "Many people want revenge on me, Su Xin, but you are the first one who is this weak. And I'm rather curious—just who exactly are you?"
Gripping his greatsword, Chen Beitang's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "Su Xin! Do you still remember Tyrant Blade Manor in Jiangnan Circuit? Back then, simply because Tyrant Blade Manor refused to obey your orders, you led your hounds and lackeys to slaughter all 1,783 people of Tyrant Blade Manor. I alone escaped with my life because I was traveling outside at the time.
"These past years, I have wandered the Jianghu. After meeting my master, I even abandoned the blade to study the sword. One day, I will surely storm Northwest Circuit and seek justice for Tyrant Blade Manor!
"The wronged souls of Tyrant Blade Manor's 1,783 people are all waiting—waiting for you to go down and join them!"
Su Xin's expression did not change in the slightest. He merely shook his head and said blandly, "Tyrant Blade Manor? I forgot about it long ago. I have destroyed countless minor sects like that, whether second-rate or third-rate. How many people are there who want revenge on me? There may not be a hundred thousand wronged souls, but there are at least eighty thousand. I'm not afraid of the living—would I fear a few dead men?"
Regarding Tyrant Blade Manor, Su Xin was not deliberately trying to humiliate him. He truly could not remember it.
Back in Jiangnan Circuit, Su Xin had indeed killed quite a few people and wiped out quite a few sects in order to secure his position as Jiangnan Circuit Chief Constable.
Yet the only ones Su Xin could recall were those few