"Have I ever told you that I really hate it when people point their fingers at my face?" Zhou Heng said flatly, finally speaking.
This bastard!
He absolutely had not said that!
Ouyang Ting cursed inwardly. He sprang back up again, but this time he had learned his lesson and did not point at Zhou Heng again. This was a formidable enemy, and intense vigilance rose within him.
The first time could be blamed on carelessness, but what about the second?
An expert could not possibly capsize twice in the same ditch. If he had been knocked flat twice, it meant the other party was immensely, immensely powerful—certainly stronger than him. Otherwise, how could he have succeeded twice?
This was not strange. He was only a Black Hole King, while the Dragon Clan, blessed with powerful bloodlines, had countless Black Hole Realm experts—at least ten times as many as the White Bone Sect!
Therefore, it would not be strange for him to encounter a Black Hole Emperor, a Black Hole Thearch, or even a Five-Hole True Lord!
What was strange was that this Dragon Clan member actually dared to strike him!
Did he not know that he belonged to the White Bone Lineage? Did he not know that the White Bone Lineage had Shi Yang, the new Saint?
"But what I hate even more is someone trying to kill my son!" Zhou Heng looked at Ouyang Ting, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
"Your son?" Ouyang Ting glanced at Zhou An and gave a cold snort. "Forget the fact that your son is still alive and well—so what if I had truly killed him? Do you think you can kill me for revenge?"
Smack!
Ouyang Ting felt pain on his face, and an awakening actually rose in his heart. It