"I must kill him myself!"
The words of Gu An echoed in the great hall, the flickering flames growing more intense, as if startled by his declaration.
The Punisher of Demon Souls, held by the shoulder with one hand by Gu An, listened with secret alarm. Despite the overtures of goodwill from the Holy Minister, Sword Venerable Fudao was still so overbearing—a clear sign of a character that brooked no defiance.
The Holy Minister fell silent upon hearing these words.
Gu An was not in a hurry, waiting for the response from the Holy Minister.
He was not blinded by hatred; he wanted to use this opportunity to show the Holy Court his boundaries and to prove that his target was solely the Great Nether Saint King.
"The Saint King of the Holy Court is held in high esteem. Even in death, it should come at the hands of the Holy Court personally," the Holy Minister said without a trace of mirth.
