Tang Hao's blood-red eyes tore away from Ah Yin and locked onto Jiang Li.
For some reason, from the very first moment his gaze met Jiang Li's, an unprecedented sense of humiliation surged up within him.
He felt as though he had become a Black slave laboring day and night in a cotton field, while the handsome man before him was the master who held the farm's power of life and death, mercilessly lashing him from behind with a whip.
What suffocated him even more was that, as he looked at the two on the soft couch, he actually developed the illusion that these two were the pair truly made for each other.
By comparison, he seemed like nothing more than a useless, cowardly husband fit only to stand outside the door and keep watch for them.
No! Absolutely impossible!
Tang Hao violently shook his head, forcibly shattering those humiliating visions in his mind.
His chest heaved violently, and a deafening roar erupted from deep in his throat.
"Damn insect! You—are—dead!"
"Aha."
Faced with the wrath of heavenly might, Jiang Li did not even bother raising his eyelids. A mocking smile curled across his lips.
"That's right, Rat. I'm looking for death. What are you going to do about it? Don't forget, your wife is in my hands now, Jiang Li's hands. Heh heh heh."
Jiang Li?
Hearing that entirely unfamiliar name, Tang Hao froze.
Looking across the continent's ten-thousand-year history, he had never heard of any top-tier expert by that name.
Not only was he bewildered, even God King Tang, who had been watching the lower realm from afar in the God Realm, was stunned.
Where had this person come from?
Anyone capable of rivaling Tang Hao had to be a god-level powerhouse, but why had there never been