Tang Ya's Revenge

But the figures of the three black-robed men had already begun to fade. It was neither invisibility nor teleportation, but a slow, horrifying dissolution.

Their bodies turned into viscous darkness, seeping bit by bit from their outlines, flowing downward and merging into the shadows on the ground.

From within the darkness, one final voice remained, echoing through the hall.

"Master Hongchen."

"This is only the beginning."

"Don't be impatient..."

The echoes gradually faded, and the secret chamber returned to silence.

Only Jing Hongchen remained.

His fists were clenched tight, his knuckles cracking.

His fat body cast a huge shadow beneath the soul-tool lamps, but the edges of that shadow were not clear. They trembled faintly.

His eyes were bloodshot, fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

These three black-robed men had appeared after his return to Mingde Hall, informing him that the Dark Badges had been supplied by them.

And they had proposed cooperation to him...

But cooperation? Cooperation with a force of monsters like this?

When had such a force appeared on the continent? Was someone pulling strings behind the scenes...?

Jing Hongchen recalled that when the Sun Moon Team had just returned from Shrek, he had reported this force that used Dark Badges to the imperial family.

Yet after hearing him out, the Emperor seated upon the dragon throne had merely said, "I know," and said nothing further.

Only now did he finally understand...

Those three black-robed men could silently enter the most secret place in Mingde Hall, leave calmly before a level ninety-three Title Douluo, and utter insane words like "agents of the gods"...

Yet the imperial family turned a blind eye.

And they had said, "This is only the beginning."

He pressed a hand