"Cough, cough... My lord, I was wrong!" Ouyang Chen gasped, unable to breathe as he was being choked. He immediately begged for mercy. The black-robed figure's terrifying methods were seared into his memory, and the mere thought of them drenched his robes in cold sweat.
"Hmph!" The black-robed figure snorted, then casually tossed Ouyang Chen against a nearby wall. The tremendous force sent fine cracks spiderwebbing across the stone.
"I want you to bring me his corpse!" the black-robed figure ordered dispassionately, sparing Ouyang Chen a single glance.
Hearing this, Ouyang Chen struggled to his feet. He cupped his fist and said, "My lord, the Five Elements Sect will hold its Grand Tournament in three months. I will kill him with my own hands then and bring you his corpse!"
"Three months?" The black-robed figure snorted, clearly displeased with the timeline.
