"Mr. Chen, have mercy… Have mercy… Mr. Chen… This castle has been our family's emblem for 800 years… Please be lenient, don't tear down our castle…"
The Blood Descendents all around began to cry out, banging their heads on the ground repeatedly.
"I've already given you a chance but you did not appreciate it. In fact, you all tried to kill me!" Chen Xiaobei said. "Also, I've already told you that I will turn your castle into a flatland. If I don't do it, I will lose face, right?"
"Don't… Please don't…" Cries of agony arose, but no one dared resist.
Before the Tyrant Dragon King showed up, these Blood Descendants looked down on Chen Xiaobei, thinking that when Chen Xiaobei was just blowing his own horn when he said that he was going to bulldoze the castle. They did not know that Chen Xiaobei was actually serious about it!
Boom! Boom!
