A Desperate Move, Marching on Spirit Hall!

Tang Chen had been sinking in Slaughter City for too long, and his body could no longer hold out for much longer.

Yet when he saw the Second Elder and the others, face after face lifted, and their eyes all burned with the exact same thing.

Hope.

It was as if with Tang Chen's return, the sky of Clear Sky Sect had finally cleared up.

Tang Chen swallowed back the words that had rushed to his lips.

He knew his own body best.

Besides, the roots of that Bat King were intertwined with his divine soul, impossible to untangle and unbreakable.

This shock, coupled with the Calming Powder, had merely allowed him to poke his head out from the bloody dream.

Who knew when, one day, he would fall back into slumber.

When he opened his eyes once more, he would transform back into the King of Slaughter.

However, the present Clear Sky Sect could no longer endure having another basin of cold water poured over it.

Just then, the Second Elder suddenly recalled something and jerked his head up:

"Old Sect Master, how did you get out of Slaughter City?"

"Third Elder, and Tang Long?"

"Didn't they go looking for you? Didn't they bring you out?"

Tang Chen's body stiffened for a fraction of a second.

Third Elder.

Tang Long.

Hearing those two names, his memory suddenly fell into chaos.

A bloody mist.

Screams.

An aged face and a youthful face flashed past within the crimson light.

Those two pairs of eyes stared right at him, filled entirely with disbelief.

He remembered now; these two individuals had precisely died by his very own hands.

They had even been hung by him upon the city walls of Slaughter City.

"Ah..."

Tang Chen heaved a heavy sigh, his chest feeling as