Chu Hao's resentment ran deep. He longed to kill. His True Qi surged, radiating a scorching energy.
His second uncle was right, Chu Zhiyuan realized. He indeed was no match for this younger brother of his.
Chu Xionghuan said, "This is not the place to talk."
Chu Hao's resentment was strong. He walked over to the trembling, agonized elder from Shangu Imperial City. To have one's soul beaten like this while still alive—it was a mercy he hadn't died. Most people couldn't endure it.
Tiemu Chun said in terror, "Chu Hao, we have no grievances! You—!?"
Without another word, Chu Hao beat him black and blue. Piercing screams filled the air while everyone else watched in horrified silence, not daring to move an inch.
After a good few minutes of pummelling, Tiemu Chun, bruised and swollen like a battered pig's head, lay there wailing miserably.
Chu Hao said, "Take them all away."
The Slit-mouthed Woman nodded, opened her gaping maw, and swallowed everyone whole in one gulp.
