Tang Chen's Death

Yu Xiaogang stared at the pitch-black token, and a flicker of fanaticism suddenly flashed through his eyes.

He trembled as he stretched out his only remaining arm and clenched the Clear Sky Token tightly in his hand.

This token represented the foundation of what had once been the number one sect in the world. It represented absolute authority!

"Rest assured, Senior. This junior will not fail his mission. I will restore Clear Sky to glory!"

Yu Xiaogang vowed solemnly.

"Good... With those words from you, this old man can rest easy."

Tang Chen coughed weakly twice.

"While this old man still has one last breath, let us go. This old man will take you to a safe, hidden place to recuperate, then teach Tang San how to receive the Asura God's—"

Tang Chen had not even finished speaking.

Squelch!

A muffled sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

Tang Chen lowered his head in disbelief.

A sharp dagger had been viciously plunged into his already battered heart.

And the one holding that dagger was Yu Xiaogang, who had been so respectful just moments ago!

"You..."

Tang Chen's eyes widened. He had never imagined that he would not die at Qian Daoliu's hands, but instead fall victim to the treachery of his great-grandson's teacher!

"Senior, you should not trouble yourself with teaching Tang San anymore."

The respect on Yu Xiaogang's face had long vanished, replaced by madness and cruelty.

He gripped the dagger and viciously twisted its hilt.

"If you remain alive, will those old subordinates listen to you or to me when it comes to this Clear Sky Token? As for the Asura God's Divine Trial, will you have the final say, or will I?"

"Only when you are dead can Tang San and the Asura God's inheritance belong