"Damn it, he actually got away?!"
Miao Ze clenched his fists, watching Xia Ping disappear into the distance with deep frustration. He had planned to settle the score with Xia Ping and take revenge as soon as he advanced to the Martial Master Realm.
But he hadn't expected the brat to run off. Once they were scattered throughout the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, finding him and getting revenge wouldn't be so easy.
"Don't worry. He won't get away."
A cold glint flashed in Nie Zhen's eyes. "No matter what, he wants the Water of Life. So he'll have to head to the center of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range. You'll have plenty of time to settle the score with him then."
A thread of killing intent seeped into his voice.
He had never liked Xia Ping. The brat had dared to speak so brazenly and disrespectfully to him in front of so many people. If Nie Zhen didn't teach him a lesson, everyone would think he was a pushover they could bully at will.
"Brother Nie, I hope you'll help me kill that brat when the time comes. That bastard dared to force me, Miao Ze, to kneel in front of all those people. It's a disgrace I can never live down. If I don't kill him, I'll never be able to vent this rage." Miao Ze gritted his teeth, his hatred surging.
Who was Miao Ze? He was a descendant of the mighty Miao Family, a powerful warrior at the Ninth Heaven of Martial Artist Realm, and a well-known figure at God of War Academy.
He had always been proud and haughty, and no one besides Nie Zhen could earn his respect.
It was easy to imagine how arrogant he was. Yet Xia Ping had treated him like a