Tang Niu's face darkened.
"Heh. Sure enough, underestimating the enemy is a cardinal taboo in war."
Long Aotian's expression turned cold. "Might you be someone from the Tang Sect? You came out to do this job—does your Sect Master know, or doesn't he?"
Tang Niu sneered. "Trying to interrogate me? You'll need the ability to catch me first."
With that, he pulled out a Poison Mist Thunderbolt, a smug smile on his face. "Those two are just small fry. They don't know anything. Goodbye, two handsome guys, and one idiot."
With that, he slammed the Thunderbolt down with a bang, turned, and fled.
Zhao Ritian covered his mouth and nose, yet still didn't forget to roar into the smoke, "Long Aotian is handsome too!"
Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian both covered their mouths and noses and hurriedly retreated, keeping Number One and Number Two under control.
Long Aotian ignored the smoke and charged straight through.
Tang Niu had thought that once the poison gas and smoke were released normally, it wouldn't disperse for eight or ten minutes, and anyone with half a brain wouldn't keep chasing him.
He was already thinking about what to do next.
But then he suddenly heard the sound of air being split behind him. When he turned, he saw a huge foot closing in on his face.
So fast!
The moment that first thought rose in his mind, his entire face was kicked out of shape.
Long Aotian's kick was vicious!
It kicked him straight into... a brief blankness in his mind. In other words, it produced a kind of... temporary loss of consciousness.
In front of a beast like Long Aotian... an expert like him, you suffered a temporary loss of consciousness? He didn't need minutes. Give him one second, and he could do