Di yihong said nothing. With a wave of his hand, Tang Hao's figure appeared once more.
This time, Chen Yitang clearly saw Di yihong's movement and immediately focused his gaze on him.
"So it was you."
"I was wondering why so many deaths hadn't killed them. Turns out there was an expert like you behind it."
"Since neither of us is righteous, why do you insist on making things difficult for me?"
Hearing that, Di yihong did not react at first. He looked around and, seeing no one else, realized Chen Yitang was speaking to him.
"Who said I'm not righteous? Don't spout nonsense. You're vile yourself, so you see everyone else as vile too!"
Di yihong's expression remained calm. He was neither angry nor enraged by the remark, as if he were simply stating a fact.
However, Chen Yitang curled his lips into a cold smile and lunged at him.
Before he could get close to Di yihong, a bolt of purple-black lightning struck him, sending him drifting limply to the ground.
Still dazed and unable to understand what had just happened, he nevertheless looked at Di yihong with a measure of apprehension.
"You..."
Di yihong chuckled, cutting him off.
"I don't care what you want to do. As long as you don't touch me, I won't make a move against you."
"If you want to live, turn your attention elsewhere while you still can."
Di yihong glanced toward Tang San and Tang Hao. That one glance was enough for Chen Yitang to understand.
He bit his lower lip unwillingly, his fists clenched tight.
But before absolute power, he did not have the slightest strength to resist.
He snorted coldly and threatened, "I'll deal with those two first, then come back for you. I refuse to believe you can