To take down this old man would have been no more than the flick of a finger for him, as easy as crushing an ant. But—
That strike...
Tang San's gaze darkened slightly, but in the end, he suppressed the anger in his chest.
A trace of restraint and unwillingness flashed through his eyes, yet his face remained calm. He merely narrowed his eyes slightly, like a venomous snake poised to strike.
Du Busi was right. He truly could not rashly reveal his strength now, nor could he alert the enemy.
Those in the God Realm who coveted him, those opponents watching him like tigers eyeing prey, were all waiting for him to make a mistake, waiting to seize something against him. The one move he could use had to be saved for the most crucial moment—on Zichuan.
That was the true purpose of his journey, and the greatest variable.
As for Du Busi... after he dealt with Zichuan, there would be plenty of chances to slowly deal with him.
"Since that is so, I shall take my leave first." Tang San gave Du Busi a deep look. That gaze held an indescribable chill, as though he were engraving Du Busi's appearance, the Body Sect's arrangements, and every last detail of this into his heart for a reckoning someday.
"Sect Master Du Busi, we will meet again."
With those words, his figure flickered. He had already transformed into an illusory, untraceable beam of light, vanishing from the spot with Xiao Wu, Da Ming, and Er Ming as though they had never been there.
He left behind no unnecessary words, nor did he make any further threats.
Yet the way he departed, coupled with what he had just said, made it seem even more as though he were holding something back