Qian Daoliu looked down at them from above, not a ripple stirring in his eyes:
"Kill you? That would be letting you off far too easily."
He abruptly changed tack, his tone turning cold as he demanded in a low voice:
"Where is Tang San? Where have you hidden that brat?"
Across the entire continent, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were the only surviving members of the Clear Sky Sect's direct bloodline.
The King of Slaughter had already signed a master-servant contract with him, leaving no room for uncertainty. Aside from the Asura God, who had lured these two brothers to Slaughter City, the only person connected to them was that little fellow named Tang San.
Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, heedless even of the tear at the corner of his mouth:
"Looking for little San? Dream on! Even if we die, we'll never tell you!"
Tang Xiao also clenched his teeth, remaining silent even as pain made him tremble from head to toe-Tang San was the Clear Sky Sect's hope, the child Ah Yin had paid for with her life. He absolutely could not fall into Spirit Hall's demonic clutches.
Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, clearly unwilling to waste any more time on them. He raised a hand and pressed toward the Chaos Bell through the air. The black-and-yellow patterns on its body suddenly lit up, and two concentrated beams of black-and-yellow light shot from its mouth, pouring precisely into Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
Both men instantly howled in agony. Like invisible probes, the black-and-yellow light swept through every limb and bone, thoroughly purging every trace of aura and every mark the Asura God had left within them.
After a long while, the black-and-yellow light faded. Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand and waved to those