Forget the Clear Sky Hammer—even the Heaven-Burial Hammer wasn't worthy of the name!
"No, the Heaven-Burial Hammer isn't worthy either..."
Masked Li Pu thought it over, and finally came up with a name.
"Ah~ It should be called the Rat Hammer."
"After all, this kid's been scurrying around and hiding like a rat for all these years. Sun-Piercing Hammer, Heaven-Burial Hammer—he's not worthy of any of those names. Only 'rat' suits him!"
Tang Rat, lying on the ground, wished he could leap up and tear the flesh from Masked Li Pu bite by bite.
But his body was immobilized, with only his head able to move. None of his four limbs worked.
Oh~ There was also the fifth limb—that two taels of meat.
That one still worked.
Noticing the murderous look in Tang Rat's eyes, Masked Li Pu marched over and slapped him, knocking out several bloody teeth.
"What are you looking at? What's with that look?"
Ning Fengzhi didn't waste words. He hurried to save Tang Rat first.
"You can call him whatever you like. You can even call him Tang Rat."
"Isn't he just Tang Rat? He's been hiding away all these years, scurrying around like a rat, and now he's even dressed like one." Qian Renxue chuckled beneath the mask.
"Then may I ask how much you want for this rat?" Ning Fengzhi said.
When it came to money, Masked Li Pu was all ears.
Back then, he'd emptied the entire treasure vault of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with just one Aromatic Silk Beauty. Several years had passed since then; perhaps the sect had made a fortune in the meantime.
"This rat still has two Mangos on him, both more than fifty thousand years old. Their value speaks for itself, don't you think?" Masked Li