Sorrow of the weak.

Liang Chen's gaze was cold as he looked at the six fleshy puddles that now stained the earth in front of him. The six people in front of him most likely deserved death, that was a fact that Liang Chen was almost certain of. But if they were to die, it should not have been like this, it should not have been at the hands of a man they trusted and whole-heartedly believed in, a man they fought for and were ready to die for.

The image of the immense despair and sorrow that emerged within the pupils of the last surviving man was still fresh in Liang Chen's mind, his heart and world had collapsed mere seconds before his life ended. Liang Chen flicked one of his fingers slightly, the laws of death and rot flooding the puddles of flesh and eroding them until they turned into pale dust that flew away with another wave of Liang Chen's hand.

Liang Chen turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on the nine people, who could be considered his disciples, who should be focusing on healing their wounds. The nine of them had temporarily halted their recuperation when Liang Chen started questioning the six people, their expressions now somewhat warped due to the final fate of the six people.

The death of these six people was the most probable final goal of their battle, all of them were keenly aware of this. But to meet such an end? Liang Chen turned his body and walked past the nine people so that he could reach the mother and son pair, his calm voice echoing in the ears of the nine people.

"Focus on healing. The day has barely begun, you can't afford to run out of energy yet."

Liang Chen's voice contained a slight yet dreadful chill that seemed to seep into the very souls of Yi Xue and the others. The lord of wrath might have only been in this major universe for a short while, but it had already managed to pique his wrath by showing that no matter how grand something might seem at first, there would always be something vile hidden away within it. Liang Chen stopped in front of the brown-haired mother and son, crouching down in front of the boy and smiling gently at him while starting a short conversation.

"I'm Liang Chen, can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Dong Qiu, Mother is Dong Lingjo and Father is Dong Jun."

"Okay, Dong Qiu, do you know where your father is right now? Can you take me to him so that I can reunite him with you?"

"I can, I can! I know where they took Father, they made him work there as a butler for their horses!"

The boy was incomparably excited at the prospects of getting his father back, but his mother wore a slightly complicated expression. Liang Chen raised his gaze to look at her, calmly watching as her expression changed while her thoughts were racing. In the end, she realized exactly how bad their situation was and could only steel herself while nodding her head. Receiving the confirmation from Dong Lingjo as well, Liang Chen stood up and pat Yumao on the head.

"Alright, let's go rescue your father and some other people then. This little bugger is Yumao, his name might be a bit silly but I can guarantee that he'll be able to protect you from most things so just make sure you stick close to him."

Dong Qiu gave a strong nod of his head, Yumao flapping his wings and once again extending to his full size of nearly seven meters. Liang Chen then stood up again and gave a wave of his hand, the nine recuperating people getting sucked into the orb within his interspatial ring, allowing him to increase the flow of time within it so that they could finish their healing faster.

The mother and son were brought onto Yumao's back by tendrils of materialized darkness, the tendrils remaining around them and serving as safety belts that tied them to his back. With the two passengers safely position, Liang Chen kicked off the ground and jumped onto Yumao's head, sitting down and resting his elbows on the two jagged horns that sprung up from each side of Yumao's head.

Yumao flapped his wings and shot into the sky, almost instantly soaring past even the tallest buildings. Yumao stretched out his body and spread his wings when they broke past the last building, letting out a long hiss that contained faint traces of a roar. He knew that Liang Chen was angry, and whenever Liang Chen was angry, carnage was sure to follow, a feast was sure to follow. The city slowly expanded beneath them as Yumao soared higher, Dong Qiu quickly spotting the building that he was looking for.

"That one! They took Father to that building there in the 8th District, that triangle-like one!"

Liang Chen and Yumao's gazes moved and landed on the building that the youth spoke of, a pyramid built out of white marble covered in golden engravings. The land in front of and to the left of the pyramid was covered by an exotic forest that stretched out for about five or so kilometers, the other sides of the pyramid were empty land filled with smaller buildings. A tall metal fence consisting of several linked poles surrounded the entire plot of land, a single ten meters tall and twenty-meter wide metal gate serving as the sole entrance and exit.

Liang Chen didn't have to say anything, Yumao flapped his wings straight away and shot towards the pyramid like a black blur, crossing the vast distance in only a few seconds. He descended to the ground at full speed, blowing away all the surrounding dust and even parts of the paved road when he made a full stop a mere half-meter above the ground.

The ten guards in front of the metal gate were sent stumbling back by the strong wind, their steps only stopping when their backs collided with the metal gate. This area looked like a rather wealthy district, but the guards were only at the early stage of the Soaring Immortal realm, a fact that caused Liang Chen to guess that the guards were here either as no more than a formality or that the overall strength of the city wasn't all that terribly high, if one didn't count the Sky-Piercing Sparrow that is.

The ten guards stabilized their bodies and stepped forward with somewhat grim expressions, pointing the tips of their lances at Liang Chen. Liang Chen stood up from Yumao's head and hopped down to the ground, bringing out Yi Xue and the others from his interspatial ring. He had sped up time as much as possible within his ring so their wounds were mostly healed and their energy practically completely restored. They knew the situation they were facing and were raring to go, but a single word from Liang Chen simmered down their excitement a little.

"Watch."

Liang Chen stepped towards the ten guards, the tips of their lances starting to tremble a bit more with each step he took closer. He didn't make a move to attack them, he didn't even raise his arms, but by the time the lances touched his chest, the ten guards loosened their grips and let go of the weapons. Their arms hung loosely at their sides, their eyes already glazed over as they fell under the control of Liang Chen's poison. These men were simply too weak, they didn't have the slightest chance to resist in the face of Liang Chen. And with all of them having fallen under his control, Liang Chen started his questioning right away, ignoring the people in the surrounding area that had noticed what was going on.

"I'm looking for a man named Dong Jun, tell me where he is. At the same time, tell me about everything else that you and the people in this place have done."

The ten guards had no choice but to spill everything they knew, everything they had seen and experienced while working for the master of this mansion. The more they heard, the more the expressions of Liang Chen and the others dropped, slowly turning frostier and frostier. There was only one way to describe what happened to the people brought into this mansion, men like cattle. They were bought like cattle, fed like cattle, raised like cattle, bred like cattle, and eventually killed and sold like cattle. The guards themselves had never taken part in these actions, but they had been forced to go out and buy some more slaves on more than one occasion when an experiment went wrong.

Liang Chen raised his head slightly to look at the pyramid in front of him. It was pristine and white, the golden engravings forming the image of a splendid sun rising above the crown of a large birch, it was a gorgeous sight. Yet this beauty, which was apparently a subsidiary division of some sect known as the Golden Branch sect, was filled with nothing but darkness, darkness that was soon to be filled with death.

Liang Chen stepped past the ten guards, who all collapsed to the ground with foam bubbling out of their mouths. He placed his hand on the gate in front of him, all the air in the surrounding area gathering between his palm and the gate. The wind was unleashed as a terrifying tornado, tearing out not just the gate but also a portion of the surrounding fence and launching it directly into the pyramid, shattering the image of the splendid sun. This was the Scourge King's declaration of war, and the sheer force of the impact made sure that it resounded out across the entire area.

Liang Chen stepped through the ruined entrance and turned his gaze towards the building-covered plot of land that was to the right and behind the pyramid. The smaller buildings there was where the slaves lived, it was also where most of them had to work, as it was where the stables and the like were placed.

Yi Xue and the others quickly followed Liang Chen, the black-haired and bronze-eyed Liu San raising one of his feet in disgust and kicking out towards one of the downed guards. The things happening to the people brought to the mansion were just as bad as the things that happened to the people of his village when they were captured by bandits, just hearing about it was enough to tear open all his wounds and enrage him.

But his foot was stopped by a small wall of wind before it managed to smash into the face of the unconscious guard. Liu San felt a gaze on him, all the hairs on his body standing up as he raised his head and ended up locking eyes with Liang Chen. Liang Chen shook his head lightly, retracting the wall of wind that blocked Liu San's feet.

"No, these people have not done anything worthy of that. Yes, they are vile for just watching and not doing anything, but in this case, it is less of a crime and more akin to the sorrow of the weak who just want to provide for their families in peace, without getting killed for trying to stop something far stronger than them."

Liu San could only lower his head slightly in the face of Liang Chen's words, slightly apologetic while also maintaining a belly full of anger against the deeds that had, and were still, taking place within the mansion. Liang Chen turned around once he saw Liu San halt his actions, his still calm voice echoing within Liu San's ears.

"Come. They have suffered the sorrow of the weak, but we are the sorrow of the strong, the sorrow of the vile and evil."