Bat King's Final Notice

"I waited so long for you because I wanted to see you unleash the Asura Bloodline and slaughter!"

"You worthless trash, you actually wanted to save money by serving trays so you could buy iron? What did you take my Capital of Slaughter for? A children's workshop?!"

The Bat King snorted coldly. This little brat was far too good at enduring, so good that it was burning with rage.

Since this little brat did not dare to kill, then it would force him to kill!

The Bat King's crimson eyes shifted slightly, locking onto the scar-faced man in the tavern hall who had kicked Tang San earlier.

A concealed strand of dark crimson blood-fiend aura silently slipped through the cracks of the tavern and into the scar-faced man's nostrils.

Inside the hall.

The scar-faced man, who had been bragging just moments ago, suddenly stiffened all over.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the most primal, savage emotions of the Capital of Slaughter surged straight into his mind.

"Damn it... The more I think about it, the angrier I get! That disgusting fat pig servant must have blown his stench into my cup when he poured the wine!"

The scar-faced man yanked the broadsword from his waist and, like a crazed beast, kicked apart the wooden door leading to the kitchen.

"Fat pig! Get out here and die!! Today, I'll chop you into meat paste to go with my drinks!!!"

Inside the kitchen, Tang San, who was gnawing on bread, and Yu Xiaogang, who was sprawled on the floor, both went pale.

They stared at the fierce Soul Master charging in with his broadsword raised, murder in his eyes.

Tang San reached for the few scraps of iron in his clothes, and his expression changed.

"Fat pig! Die!"

With a furious