In the scene, the young Tyrant Soul Venerable took up the conversation. "Brother Su, with your abilities, what major power couldn't you join? Why insist on making yourself so destitute? How about I introduce you to the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce?"
As he said this, Tyrant Soul Venerable in the scene looked at him with blazing eyes, utterly serious.
Yet Su Beiheng laughed. "As someone without a battle body, joining any force would only mean being suppressed. Last time, I merely defeated a third-grade battle body, and the Thousand Kings Holy Tower threw me out. You know that."
"I've already sworn never to join any force again. I'll carve out a world that belongs to me with my own hands."
At that moment, the young Su Beiheng spoke with unshakable resolve, his eyes filled with fearlessness!
Only then did Sikong Jing learn that Grandpa Su had once joined the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, only to be driven out over some trivial matter.
"Alas..."
In response, the young Tyrant Soul Venerable let out a long sigh.
As he sighed, the scene before Sikong Jing suddenly shattered and vanished, returning to the original appearance of the second castle.
Sikong Jing froze. That was it?
But he quickly calmed down again. It was probably far from over. Since he had seen it once, there would surely be more scenes. Thus, he slowly took another dozen or so steps toward the center of the garden before the main hall... Buzz!
Sure enough, the second scene appeared once more.
This time, it showed a small city steeped in deathly silence, blood and corpses everywhere.
The dark, oppressive clouds made it hard to breathe.
Amid the corpses stood a man—still the young Su Beiheng, Su Old Devil... except he seemed a few years older now,