Xiangben Li's eyes flashed with an extreme hatred.
It was all Xu Zhiming's fault that he had lost a job worth hundreds of thousands a month on average.
Hadn't he merely taken on some private work and withheld some of his insights into the Wind Thunder Fist from those students?
Xu Zhiming even had to retaliate after being mocked a few times.
Xu Zhiming had only lost face, but he had lost his job!
Because Wind Thunder Martial Hall had spread word of what he had done to martial halls of all sizes throughout Cloud Water City.
He had approached four or five martial halls, and every one of them had shut him out because of a single word from Wind Thunder Martial Hall.
Fortunately, the Divine Cult had discovered the injustice done to him and found him.
Not only had they given him resources to raise his strength, they had also given him a great deal of money.
His vitality and blood had now surpassed two hundred points. He was already a martial artist above Level Twenty.
The Divine Cult had given him far too much.
All they wanted was for him to do one small thing: kill Xu Zhiming.
To kill Xu Zhiming, he had endured the stomach pain from being stuffed full of potions every day, waking up only to face more potions.
In a moment, he would let Xu Zhiming know what despair meant.
Xu Zhiming's brows furrowed deeply.
When his eyes had met Xiangben Li's just now, he had vaguely felt that he had seen that look somewhere before.
Then he remembered.
It was the look in that man's eyes when he had saved the Martial Arts Ministry of Education minister's daughter before.
He resented the world and despised everything, as though he wanted to