The Three Brothers, panting for breath, dragged Tang Niu to a spot and interrogated him.
Tang Niu's acupoints had been sealed. He lifted his head viciously and looked at Long Aotian. "Our vice-captain said he'll come save me in two hours. You're dead!"
Long Aotian kicked him right in the face.
"Who the hell are you trying to act tough with!?"
Long Aotian beat him with fists and feet, and his mouth didn't stop either.
"I was born with the King's Aura. I'm immune to every poison under heaven. Let me spell it out for you—I'm the Heavenly Counter to your Tang Sect! And you dare show off in front of me?"
"Two hours? I'll still beat you even if you get eight! Who the hell do you think you're mouthing off to!?"
"I've never met anyone under heaven who could counter me, Long Aotian, since the day I was born! And you still dare challenge me!?"
Lu Chengwen stopped him. "Senior Disciple Brother, the way you're talking... sounds too petty."
"Huh? It does?"
"Yeah. Like some street thug."
"Then let me work up a better tone."
"Okay."
Long Aotian grabbed Tang Niu, spun into a beautiful roundhouse kick, and planted his foot in Tang Niu's stomach. Tang Niu flew backward, slammed into a mound of earth, and rolled to the ground.
Long Aotian pointed with domineering flair. "I, Long Aotian, am the inheritor of the King's Aura. Dealing with petty scum like you is more than easy. That poisoning skill you pride yourselves on is useless against me!"
Then he started beating him.
"Forget two hours—even if it were eight, my courage to fight for justice would never shrink back!"
He kept beating him.
"I have inherited the true qi of Number One Under Heaven and have never met