Upon learning that his sect was destroyed and his grandson died in battle, the King of Slaughter collapsed emotionally. The rage in his eyes overwhelmed him, and the evil obsession that had been briefly suppressed in his body resurfaced.
The King of Slaughter seemed to have detonated the most primitive and brutal emotional ammunition depot in his heart. Under the dark red light, his already terrifying face was distorted into an indescribable hideous appearance.
"who is it?!!"
He kept making deafening roars, and the destructive energy contained in his voice seemed to condense the air.
"Grandfather, calm down!!"
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