Chen Tang was now acting as the Wandering Spirit Dragon Seat Proxy, so he had to consider the bigger picture!
Even if he relied on his personal strength, Chen Tang could fully slay Charles, but he had to take into account the international repercussions his death would cause.
After Charles left with his men, most of Zhuang Fan's direct subordinates gathered in the grand hall. Chen Tang joined forces with the chieftains of the One Hundred and Eight Strongholds and directly captured all of Zhuang Fan's forces in one fell swoop.
Originally, these people harbored many deadly Poison Gu, and if it were just the chieftains rebuking them, a fierce battle might have ensued. But Chen Tang had the Ten Thousand Gu Cauldron, which naturally suppressed them, so the entire battle ended in less than ten minutes.
"Chen Tang... you won't die a good death..." Zhuang Fan, beaten to the point of vomiting blood, glared at Chen Tang with bloodshot eyes, as if he wished he could devour him alive.