A streak of black light flashed past, and the severed half-arm at the center of the islands vanished without a trace.
Half a breath later, a furious roar shattered the layers of clouds.
"What scoundrel dares steal my sect's supreme treasure?!"
A figure appeared beneath the dark, oppressive sky, tall and gaunt, dressed in black-and-red sect robes, his aura seething with fury.
The Sect Master of the Sacred Soul Sect scanned his surroundings, his fierce eyes brimming with murderous intent, as though he might go berserk at any moment.
When he saw the group of impassive powerhouses from the Nine Provinces led by a smiling Jiang Chen, and especially when he sensed the abyss-like aura emanating from Little King Chen, his fury stopped short.
"It's you!"
He spotted the arm in Tie Zhu's mouth. His expression shifted several times before he suddenly gave a strange laugh. "Heh, the Nine Provinces. You've got some nerve! Do you know what this place is?"
Jiang Chen was perfectly amiable, the sort to answer any question asked. He glanced at the islands below and nodded. "Aren't these the ruins of the Sacred Soul Sect? Old fart, do you think I'm illiterate?"
Ruins...
The Sect Master of the Sacred Soul Sect mulled that over and understood, his aged face growing colder still. "My islands have countless disciples, and we're at the height of our prosperity. Are you cursing my sect?"
Jiang Chen hurriedly waved his hands to indicate that he had misunderstood. Then, seeing that he could not explain it clearly, he simply took out a projector and played a video. "Please watch the video!"
In the footage, disciples of the Sacred Soul Sect were slaughtered one after another, dying horrific deaths.
Such scenes played out on island after island. In the end, only the