The hall was deathly silent, only Luo Chen's deep and hoarse voice echoed around, like the cry of a bloodstained cuckoo, the mournful wail of a monkey—heartbreaking to hear, bringing tears to one's eyes.
After finishing his account, Luo Chen was silent for a long time, as if he had drained all his strength.
He slowly raised his head to look at everyone, those once bright eyes now bloodshot, filled with sorrow and hatred.
He spoke word by word, each syllable squeezed out from his chest, carrying endless grief and determination: "Mo Han and his uncle sacrificed heroically to save innocent lives, for the future of the Alliance. We will never forget their sacrifice, their enmity—we will avenge them!"
"Now, what we must do is inherit their legacy, turn sorrow into strength, and annihilate the Blood Ghost Sect completely for revenge!"
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!"
Luo Chen suddenly swung his fist, with flames of hatred erupting in his eyes, as if to burn all evil to ashes.
