For some reason, the middle-aged warrior had weathered Shen Tang's repeated taunts without completely losing his cool, yet this ordinary jab sent him into a fit of rage. The soft flesh of his cheeks twitched as if jolted by an electric current. "You ignorant brat! You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
Every word was packed with the force of a sonic boom.
His expression twisted into a savage grimace.
The shockwave of his voice sent rolling yellow sand billowing into the air.
Even Shen Tang was surprised by the spectacle.
Had she just...
said anything that outrageous?
The middle-aged warrior had no intention of letting Shen Tang explain herself. Instead, he threatened, "This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"
A few short words, each one ringing with force.
Xun Ding, atop the city wall: "..."
The scene below the wall looked oddly familiar.
Shen Tang had been planning to end this quickly, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she changed her mind on the spot. She really wanted to know what the trump card that could supposedly earn her a death anniversary looked like. In any case, it would only take a moment, so she might as well indulge him and let him show off.
Letting him die at the peak of his life was a kindness.
Shen Tang said, "Then go ahead and bring it on."
Xun Ding, atop the city wall: "..."
He was sure he'd seen this scene before.
The middle-aged warrior didn't keep her waiting long.
[Hrrgh...]
A sound like thick phlegm stuck in someone's throat came from the scaled beast's throat, broken and uneven, sometimes louder, sometimes softer. The foul, rancid breath it exhaled carried an indescribable stench of decay. No matter how its strange