Xiong Haochen suddenly sprang to his feet. A flash of purple light gleamed in his right hand, and Ziyuan appeared there in an instant.
He drew Ziyuan across his left palm, and blood immediately began pouring from the wound.
Raising his left hand, Xiong Haochen roared furiously at the sky: “I will devote my entire life to restoring the former glory of the Celestial Palace!”
“I will make sure everyone remembers the contributions and sacrifices you made for the human race!”
“For the grievances of the past, I will repay you a hundredfold!”
As soon as Xiong Haochen finished speaking, a thunderclap boomed across the sky. A bolt of lightning streaked down and struck a tree outside the courtyard, snapping it clean in half.
Xiong Haochen felt his scalp prickle, but Old Black Tortoise and Ouyang Tianlong were watching him. He couldn’t let them down.
So he gritted his teeth and flew into the sky, fuming.
With Ziqing in his left hand and Ziyuan in his right, he stood proudly in midair, pointed both swords at the heavens, and unleashed a stream of furious curses.
“Are you blind? Can’t you see how miserably the human race is suffering?”
“You damned, rotten Heaven! Your injustice is what brought this tragedy upon the human race!”
“If you won’t stand up for the human race, then I’ll make you answer for it myself!”
“I’m not afraid of you! You can’t destroy me!”
“Come on, then! If you’ve got the guts, strike me dead!”
Xiong Haochen cursed like a madman, leaving Ouyang Tianlong, Old Black Tortoise, Ao Chong, and the others terrified.
Everyone looked up at him in astonishment. As they watched his tall, almost frenzied figure, they couldn’t help feeling an urge to worship him.
