"You..."
Tang San's eyes bulged with rage as he stared fixedly at Dai Yao. Flames of fury seemed about to leap from his pupils, twisting even his handsome face as he growled through gritted teeth.
He had never expected to run into Dai Yao, the man he hated to the bone, here—and together with Ning Rongrong, no less. In that single instant, he figured out many things.
Ning Rongrong had left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for Dai Yao! Though he wished he could flay Dai Yao alive and tear out his tendons, he also knew perfectly well that the current him was no match for Dai Yao at all. Back when Dai Yao was at the Clear Sky Sect, he had already defeated him, to say nothing of now, when Dai Yao had even stolen Xiao Wu's One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring! He clenched his fists, unaware that his nails had dug into his flesh, and crimson blood dripped onto the ground.
Dai Yao chuckled softly. "Looks like you still haven't forgotten me, Tang San."
Tang San was furious on one hand because he had seen Dai Yao, and on the other because Ning Rongrong had gotten mixed up with him. Now, he had already calmed down.
Revenge—he would definitely take it.
But not now. Although he was no match for Dai Yao in a one-on-one fight, as long as he established the Tang Sect and created the peerless hidden weapons of the Tang Sect from his previous life, there would be hope of killing Dai Yao and avenging Xiao Wu.
Now, Dai Yao was his enemy, and Ning Rongrong was too.
He took a deep breath, his cold, sinister gaze fixed on Dai Yao, and said in a voice as icy as frost, "Of course I