Beneath the night sky.
Holding a folding fan, the white-clothed youth had just appeared above the Zhao Family Compound.
Before he could lower his head to search.
Thud!
A black-robed figure rushed straight out of the rear courtyard, his knees slamming heavily onto the bluestone paving. He kowtowed frantically to the white-clothed youth in midair, his head striking the ground with resounding thumps as blood streamed down.
"This subordinate pays homage to my god!"
"My god!"
"You've finally come!"
Beneath the night sky.
The white-clothed youth looked down at the black-robed man kowtowing frantically beneath him.
He made no move.
Only a trace of disgust flashed through his pitch-black eyes.
"Ninety-nine percent of your saint grade origin has been destroyed."
"A Heavenly Demon Emperor, reduced to possessing the shell of an ant from a Lower Plane."
The white-clothed youth's voice was quiet, yet it hammered into Tang San's mind.
"You've utterly disgraced the Saint Clan."
Tang San trembled all over.
He did not dare raise his head and could only press his face tightly against the cold bluestone paving.
"This subordinate is incompetent!"
"Three Half-Step Rulers emerged in the Great Thousand World. This subordinate fought desperately to escape with a sliver of true spirit, solely to preserve this useful body and continue serving my god!"
The white-clothed youth sneered.
"A useful body?"
"What can you accomplish in your current worthless Divine Soul Realm state?"
Tang San swallowed and hurriedly spoke.
"The identity this subordinate is using now belongs to the local boss of this city."
"Whatever my god commands, this subordinate will carry it out, even if I have to slaughter everyone in this Lower Plane!"
The white-clothed youth glanced at him and suddenly folded his fan.
"Slaughter everyone here?"
"You?"
However, he did not strike directly to erase this