Zheng He learned that many of his disciples were killed by Lin Chen and no longer cared about the truth of the past incident.
These disciples were all trained meticulously by him, and who would have thought they would be killed by Lin Chen in the blink of an eye? Zheng He's heart was filled with immense sorrow.
No matter what, this time he must make that guy pay a devastating price, avenge blood with blood, and as for whether he stole the Tian Ling Stone, it no longer matters.
Lin Chen stood atop the great hall, looking at Zheng He before him, whose eyes were burning with fierce anger, holding a Longsword stained with blood, dripping constantly.
"I have repeatedly overlooked your offenses, treating you as someone with some character, and therefore did not concern myself too much. Last time, you stole my Tian Ling Stone, and I let it pass. Now, you kill my disciples. What on earth is your motive?"
Zheng He let out an angry roar that echoed back and forth in the great hall.
