Tang Hao was now Level 97. It seemed he was only two levels away, but the gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.
What was more, his opponent had those two old monsters, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, to help him.
If he charged over just like this, he wouldn't be avenging himself. He'd be throwing his life away.
He couldn't die.
He couldn't die yet.
He still hadn't avenged Ah Yin, nor restored the glory of the Clear Sky Sect.
If he died, what would happen to Xiao San?
The fury in Tang Hao's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a profound calm.
He walked back to the center of the cave and sat down.
Yu Xiaogang looked at him, feeling somewhat uneasy.
He wasn't going to... just let it go, was he?
"Tang Hao, we..."
"I know what happened."
Tang Hao cut him off.
"I'll remember this grudge."
"I'll make them repay Xiao San a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for the humiliation he suffered."
His voice was perfectly calm.
But from that calm, Yu Xiaogang heard a murderous intent that made his heart shudder.
"So when are you planning to make your move?"
Yu Xiaogang pressed.
He couldn't wait any longer.
"Now is not the time."
Tang Hao replied coolly.
"An opponent at Level 99 can't be defeated with nothing but brute courage."
"I have to wait."
"Wait for an opportunity."
"Wait until my Clear Sky Hammer can truly smash everything to pieces."
His gaze fell on the enormous black hammer beside him.
Dark red patterns flickered across its surface.
He needed time.
He needed to become stronger.
Level 98, or even... Level 99!
When that time came, he would go to Heaven Dou City himself and meet this so-called Imperial Preceptor.
Yu Xiaogang was a little