After all, if someone like him did not resort to those so-called tricks,
he simply had no way to inflict all that damage. People were just like that—especially strange.
At that moment, Saint Lord Taichu had figured something out. Smiling, he continued, "How about this? Since you said you wanted to clash fists with me head-on, then I respect that. Considering that your hand is injured,
the fact that I am still willing to fight you one-on-one shows that I am someone who truly does what I say, whether in word or deed."
Seeing that Saint Lord Taichu had fallen into his trap, the Dragon King was naturally delighted. At that moment, he slowly made his way in that direction.
It was clear from his eyes that he was preparing to play dirty. The concealed weapon he had secretly planted had already been discovered by Saint Lord Taichu.
Why did Saint Lord Taichu not expose him on the spot? The reason was quite simple: he wanted to give the other man a chance to admit his own mistake.
But some people were just like this. Give them a chance, and they still proved useless. They insisted on going against you, even if you were Heavenly King Laozi himself.
He simply did not want to pay you any attention. What could you do about it? So, to put it bluntly, the Dragon King was a person too—why did he care so little for his own life?
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