Seeing Tang San fly into a rage made Lin Xiao genuinely happy.
"What's wrong, Little Scumbag?"
"Were you about to say, 'You have now earned the Path to Certain Death'?"
Lin Xiao taunted Tang San. Five Types of Flames quietly appeared around him, circling his body.
Tang San froze when he heard the phrase "Path to Certain Death," then said:
"Heh. Lin Xiao, you have now earned the Path to Certain Death!"
Tang San snorted. Damn brat. I gave you a chance and you didn't take it. Then you can just die.
Just as Lin Xiao had expected: You have now earned the Path to Certain Death!
Tang San had also noticed the flames circling Lin Xiao. But in his eyes, with Lin Xiao's strength, those flames couldn't affect him.
If someone else were using them, the flames might have hurt him a little. But as things stood, Tang San could only look down on them!
Did he really think a mere flame could injure God King Tang?
The only thing Tang San was worried about was Wang Dong in Lin Xiao's hands. If Wang Dong weren't his hostage, Tang San would have already swung the Sea God Trident at him.
Would he still be wasting time talking to Lin Xiao?
After all, God King Tang had his dignity to consider, didn't he? If he attacked without caring whether his own daughter lived or died, what would the Divine Realm and the Douluo Continent think of him?
He still had to save face.
But if Lin Xiao pushed him too far, he could always give up that one-third of his soul!
He still had two-thirds of his soul left, so there was no need to worry.
As for Lin Xiao, he knew that too. What wouldn't that dog Tang San