Long Aotian looked at Li Dabai. "What the hell is going on here?!"
Li Dabai also found it quite amusing. "No idea, but it's fun!"
Zhao Ritian stood in the middle, head held high, gazing upward at a forty-five-degree angle with an unyielding expression.
Tang Wanli smiled. "Young man, what's your name?"
"None of your business! My Martial Uncle screwed me over. Kill me or torture me, do as you please!"
Long Aotian narrowed his eyes, smiling.
Tang Wanli burst out laughing. "You dared to come to Tang Sect and steal something. Don't you know how formidable Tang Sect is?"
Most people would have said, "I know, but I was afraid the rumors might not be true, so I came to see for myself."
That would have led to a turn in the conversation.
But Zhao Ritian laughed loudly. "Tang Sect can suck my dick! Once I become the Scorching Sun War God, I'll beat all you disgusting bastards who study poisons and hidden weapons to death in one go! I'll blow every one of your assholes apart and send every last one of you to hell!"
Tang Wanli's face instantly darkened with anger.
If you were after money, wanted to steal a weapon, or even just wanted fame, you could have spoken properly. If you had shown Tang Sect even a shred of respect, I might have spared your life and discussed something else with you.
But you started cursing the second you opened your mouth!
Because Tang Sect specialized in poisons and hidden weapons, it had always been regarded as a lowly faction in the martial world. Otherwise, it should have long stood shoulder to shoulder with the Four Great Families.
That was Tang Sect's greatest taboo.
The Strategist smiled. "Young man, watch your words. Speak properly, and