"Stopped..."
Tang San's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor.
"What stopped?"
Tang Hao turned to look at Tang San, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes.
"Qian Cheng's slaughter... has stopped."
Tang San's voice was low and grave as a powerful sense of unease surged within him.
"What?"
Tang Hao's heart jolted, and he instinctively raised his head to look at the Heavenly Screen again.
Inside the Heavenly Screen, the scene abruptly changed.
"Hahaha... hehehe... They're all dead! Every last one of them!"
"Tang Hao! It was that beast Tang Hao's fault! Hahaha... My family!"
Tang Lie alternated between howling in grief and baring his teeth in mad laughter. His mind was already on the verge of collapse.
"Tang Lie."
"I know you have a way to contact Tang Yuehua."
"Tell her to pass this message to Tang Hao—if he wants his father Tang Zhen and elder brother Tang Xiao to live, he must personally come to Spirit City and atone for his sins."
"From outside Spirit City to the Papal Hall, he will kneel once every three steps and kowtow once every nine."
"If he takes even one step less, I will skin Tang Zhen and Tang Xiao alive!"
Qian Cheng's voice seemed calm and even, yet it carried a suffocating killing intent.
The madness in Tang Lie's eyes instantly faded, replaced by extreme venom and excitement, as though he had found the only purpose left to live for.
"Yes, yes, yes! Tang Hao is still alive! That beast is still alive!"
"Don't worry! I'll deliver those words exactly as they are!"
"I'll make Tang Hao never be reborn and suffer the cruelest torment in this world!"
Rumble—!
Dark clouds swept across heaven and earth, while lightning and thunder tore through the sky!
Raindrops the size of beans