Elder Chen looked at the defiant Yang Qi, the rage in his heart burning even fiercer. The Tang Sect, one of the top ten sects in the world—who would dare not show them respect? The King of Hidden Weapons, one of the Eight Kings of the World—who would dare to offend him? Yet, this young man had managed to offend both, and what's more, he seemed not to care in the slightest.
Elder Chen took a deep breath and glanced at Tang Zhetian's corpse, his expression turning increasingly ferocious. "Young man, you are full of youthful arrogance!" he said coldly. "You simply don't understand how big this world is or how many powerful people there are! I will ask you one last time: will you come with us to the Tang Sect to atone for your actions?"
