After trapping Jiang Ping An, Tian Lang did not strike immediately.
To him, killing a cultivator who had only just broken through to become a Lord God would be effortless.
But merely killing Jiang Ping An would not vent the fury in his heart.
The best revenge was to torment an enemy's mind and body, making him die in agony.
Or rather, waiting for death was the most agonizing part.
Tian Lang wanted to see surprise, fear, and shock on Jiang Ping An's face.
Yet Jiang Ping An's face remained as it had been before, without the slightest flicker of emotion.
Thinking Jiang Ping An had not grasped the danger, Tian Lang unleashed the full force of his Middle Lord God cultivation.
Jiang Ping An's eyes were as still as an ancient well as he looked straight at Tian Lang.
"You got out of the Law Enforcement Hall this quickly. Did your master, Gongshu Ye, bail you out and send you to kill me?"
Tian Lang did not answer. "Jiang Ping An, kneel and beg this Lord God for mercy, and I might find it in my heart to spare you."
Of course, he had no intention of sparing Jiang Ping An. He only wanted to humiliate him and satisfy his desire for revenge.
A trace of mockery appeared on Jiang Ping An's face. "You think you're worthy?"
Those three words were enough to set off the anger Tian Lang could no longer suppress.
"If you won't beg, then die!"
Tian Lang did not know why his anger had flared so fiercely. Perhaps he simply hated Jiang Ping An that much.
He drew a long black sword inscribed with Sacred Dao Patterns.
The sword was a High-Grade Lord God Level Divine Sword his master, Gongshu Ye, had prepared for him.