"What does the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan amount to in front of me, in front of the Murong Clan, or in front of Spirit Hall?!"
Hearing Murong Huai's words, Sun Yun immediately buried his head against the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Murong Huai didn't care in the slightest. A good-for-nothing who had only reached level thirty by the age of fifty—did he think he was worth Murong Huai's attention? Never mind what he'd done in the original story; just for the things he'd said to Murong Huai moments ago, killing him would have been letting him off easy.
Murong Huai walked up to Sun Yun and kicked him away. Blood spilled from Sun Yun's mouth as Murong Huai said coldly, "Hmph. Kneel here for three days, and remember this: you belong to Spirit Hall!"
At this, Sun Yun hurriedly knelt again. "Yes, I understand, sir. Thank you, Your Highness the Holy Son, for your mercy!"
Seeing this, Murong Huai stopped looking at him and spoke slowly. "Report everything that happened here, exactly as it was, to the Worship Hall, Murong Mansion, and the Military Camp. Tell them my attitude, too. As for what to say, figure it out yourself."
As Murong Huai spoke, a shadow vanished from a hidden spot.
When he finished, Murong Huai murmured to himself, "Let them see what it means to have powerful backing, what it means to have strength, and what... it means to be afraid!"
Then Murong Huai turned and left.
Worship Hall.
At the Second Worship's seat, Murong Chayue was resting with his eyes closed. At the Third Offering's seat, Golden Crocodile was meditating as well.
Just then, a puff of black mist appeared not far from Murong Chayue's seat. A man in a black robe knelt on one