"Y-yes."
The black-robed Evil Soul Master below him bowed his head, trembling all over as he answered fearfully.
Boom!
Zhongli Wu truly had nowhere to vent the fury in his heart. With a backhand slap, he smashed the Throne behind him into pieces.
"I'm so furious I could die!"
"That old bastard Xuan Zi simply doesn't know what's good for him."
"I offered him a helping hand out of kindness when he was in trouble, and he turned around, shifted the blame onto us, and attacked our Holy Spirit Cult."
"No wonder the Douluo Three Great Empires wanted him dead after I barely lifted a finger! He really deserved to die."
Zhongli Wu kept grumbling.
Inwardly, he had already cursed eight generations... no, eighteen generations of Xuan Zi's ancestors.
After all, their Holy Spirit Cult had lost a Titled Douluo!
And although Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng was not among the strongest Titled Douluo in the Holy Spirit Cult, he was far from the weakest. He was undeniably one of its main pillars.
The Holy Spirit Cult had not even announced its existence to the Douluo Continent yet, and it had already lost such a pillar. It would have been strange if he felt good about it.
"That old bastard Xuan Zi must die. I'll kill him personally."
Brimming with killing intent, Zhongli Wu stared at the entrance to the Main Hall, ready to head to the mountain range where the Three Great Empires met and fight Xuan Zi to the death.
"Cult Leader, please wait."
Even knowing that Zhongli Wu was in a rage, the black-robed Evil Soul Master had no choice but to steel himself and block his path.
Zhongli Wu frowned and snorted. "What, are you trying to tell me what to do?"
Without a moment's hesitation,