Returning it tenfold was not enough.
Returning it a hundredfold was not enough either.
What Chu Kuangren wanted was to return it a thousandfold!!
Kill one of my people, and I will kill a thousand of your Scale Tribe!
Chu Kuangren's words left the Scale Tribe Saints trembling with fury. Daoist rhyme surged around them, incomparably violent, as they stared at the madman before them, wishing they could cut him into a thousand pieces.
"A thousand lives for one! What big words, Chu Kuangren! Now that we're here, you won't kill a single one!" a Saint said furiously, thrusting out a palm strike that swept toward Chu Kuangren.
Chu Kuangren plucked the zither strings, unleashing a terrifying note.
The zither note and palm energy collided with a boom, each driving the other back.
The other Scale Tribe Saints had also attacked.
There were seven Scale Tribe Saints present in total.
Chu Kuangren activated his Eye of Insight and swept his gaze over them one by one. He discovered two fifth-step Saints and three seventh-step Saints, while the remaining two had actually reached the level of Great Saints.
Those two Great Saints were Beiming Fang and the sword-wielding, middle-aged Scale Tribe member, whose name was Beiming Huan.
These two also posed the greatest threat to Chu Kuangren.
Beiming Huan in particular had reached the third step of the Great Saint level, making him even stronger than First City's First Governor.
In the past, a lineup like this would indeed have been troublesome to handle. Unfortunately, I am no longer who I was.
Chu Kuangren thought to himself.
After advancing to Supreme Supreme, dealing with Great Saints was no longer difficult for him. Even with all seven joining forces, they still could not suppress him.
After a fierce battle, Chu Kuangren had