The Poison King flew into a rage at the Eastern Depot’s overstepping interference. Last year, after the Tang Clan’s sacred object was stolen, they had mobilized every man and every resource they had, combing through Sichuan as if searching for lice.
They pulled every connection they had in Sichuan’s military and authorities, even setting up inspections along the main roads and waterways. After chasing the matter desperately, as if the fate of the Tang Clan itself depended on it, they finally discovered the whereabouts of the stolen Iron Arm Guards and inner energy-scattering poison.
To punish the vile thief and recover the sacred object, the Poison King himself had led his personal guard all this way. And now, just when he was about to settle it at last, these completely unrelated fellows had suddenly barged in as they pleased and were ruining everything.
It was more than enough to make a man’s blood boil backward. And it was not only the Poison King who was furious. The Poisonous Rakshasa, the Ten Thousand Poisons Squad, the other Tang Clan members, and even Tang Hye-seo glared at Fiend Butcher as if they would kill him on the spot.