"Interesting, Nong Guofu. You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin." I said gloomily, not even bothering to question this double-crossing bastard who had betrayed me time and again.
"Xia Yitian, outsiders looking for you will definitely find me first. It's not like I've only had good connections for a day or two. You're a great immortal, while I'm just an ordinary cultivator of the Arcane Sect. If I sell you out, I might still survive. If I don't, they'll force me to death. The Tang family's mess was also something you brought upon yourself. There's no way I could help you bear it, right?" Nong Guofu looked frightened after completely falling out with me. After all, I had always won more than I lost, and those who opposed me never met a good end.
But soon, as if trying to reassure himself, he asked me, "Xia Yitian, your ghost generals can't be used anymore, can they? Then don't get yourself killed."
I snorted coldly. Nong Guofu was practically begging to die.
Clatter! Before I could say anything, Nong Guofu shut the iron gate. The ghost shop then vanished without a trace. The man was afraid of death and didn't even dare stay to watch the excitement.
I opened my Yin-Yang Eyes. None of the Tang family remnants had reached the Entering Dao stage. The dozen or so disciples who had once reached that level must have all been wiped out in the previous battles. Apart from their numbers, the survivors had no advantage whatsoever.
"Xia Yitian, since you're still alive, where did my younger brother Tang Tang go?" asked the beautiful young woman leading them.
"He's dead. Who are you?" I looked at the woman and answered without hesitation.
"Tang Ke!" The woman immediately ground her