"Did that Huang fellow send just the two of you here to die?"
Jiang Ao didn't take Shen Tang and Shao Chong seriously at all.
Still, he didn't mind adding the head of a precious, rare Fifteenth-Rank Shao Shang Zao to his collection of heads for display. In the blink of an eye, he decided where Shao Chong's head would go, then thought of what to do with Shen Tang's. His study was in need of a decorative planter.
After all, even the most demanding face-obsessed beauty lover would have to admit that Shen Tang's face was a cut above even the divine. Jiang Ao was already thinking he'd have to make a clean cut later and not damage her face. If he accidentally ruined her looks, she wouldn't make a suitable decorative planter.
Shen Tang said, "The King of Hell sent us to claim your life!"
Jiang Ao laughed. "Big words!"
Aside from Shen Tang and Shao Chong, several Alliance Army generals also wanted to join the fight, but none of them could withstand the might of a Sixteenth-Rank Grand Shang Zao. As Jiang Ao fought two opponents at once, he still found time to deal with them. In only thirty or fifty exchanges, he'd sent them teetering on the edge of death three or five times. The lucky ones managed to withdraw with light injuries; the unlucky ones were badly wounded and collapsed to the ground, no longer able to fight.
Shen Tang immediately ordered them to back off.
At a time like this, they were only getting in the way.
She'd have to split her attention to save their lives.
But her words couldn't calm them down completely.
"Annoying ants..." Jiang Ao drew one hand inward, then clenched it around the throat of one of the "annoying