Tang San stared fixedly at the four Soul Rings on Jiang Ming's body, his pupils suddenly contracting!
A tempestuous wave rose in his heart.
He had long learned of the limits of Soul Rings from Yu Xiaogang!
Those limits were practically ironclad laws!
No one could break them!
He did not know how Jiang Ming had done it, but there was one thing he could be certain of.
Since Jiang Ming could find a way to break the limits!
Then...
He, Tang San, could do it too.
Jiang Ming paid no attention to Yu Xiaogang's loss of composure.
He walked step by step toward Yu Xiaogang, neither hurried nor slow.
Yu Xiaogang was still muttering to himself, repeating words like "theory," "limit," and "impossible."
As though if he repeated them enough times, reality before his eyes would rearrange itself according to his theories.
Jiang Ming raised his hand.
A slap.
The crisp sound pierced through the curtain of rain.
Yu Xiaogang was sent flying sideways, crashing heavily into the mud.
Half his face instantly swelled up, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"I'm hitting you!"
"Why don't you report me to the authorities?"
Jiang Ming looked down at Yu Xiaogang lying in the mud, his tone utterly calm.
Yu Xiaogang covered his face and looked up at Jiang Ming, yet he could not say a single word.
Report him?
Who was he supposed to report him to?
Nuoding City's City Lord's Mansion had already become a morgue!
Even the City Lord's Wife had become a round ball rolling around the courtyard.
Even if he ran to a higher-ranking main city to report this?
Who would dare intervene?
Who had the ability to intervene?
"I'm using private punishment on you right now!"
"What can you do about it?"