There was no way Chong Sheng was going to give up.
Compared to his previous life, this was nothing. For his revenge, he couldn't die yet—at least, not at the hands of such weaklings.
The temperature dropped. The black Qi surged once more—denser, heavier, more vicious than before.
"You'll regret this—every last one of you!"
Chong Sheng's hair whipped in the violent wind, his eyes burning with crimson light. The black mist seethed around him, thick with resentment and defiance.
His voice trembled with fury, each word laced with killing intent.
"Quan Clan, remember this well—I'll return. When I do, I'll reduce this clan to ashes!"
The onlookers recoiled.
Arrogant! Suicidal! Mad!
The murmurs surged again.
"Still dares to threaten them?"
"He's lost it—he won't live past today!"
"Demonic cultivators are always so delusional before death!"
A group of Quan Guards lunged forward, Qi blazing, weapons drawn.
"There is no next time for you, wretch!"
One elder shouted.
