"Looks like you won't be giving away your clock," he said casually. "But my coffin's still here. Come on in and try it out. See if it's to your liking."
As soon as he finished speaking, golden light burst around Zhao Linchuan!
The light blazed dazzlingly, like a golden flame had been kindled around him.
His figure blurred in the golden glow. His feet traced a fantastical, shifting path, his movements elusive and impossible to predict.
Before Tang Hao could even react, Zhao Linchuan had already appeared behind him!
Bam!
He struck with a short-range punch, a concentrated ball of golden light gathering at his fist's tip as it slammed precisely into Tang Hao's lower back.
The force was fierce yet contained. It neither burst outward nor spread, instead boring inward like a drill until Tang Hao's internal organs churned.
"Ah!"
Tang Hao let out a howl of pain and pitched uncontrollably forward, his feet lifting off the ground as his body sailed through the air, as though a speeding carriage had hit him.
Zhao Linchuan pushed off hard, his figure turning into a streak of golden light. Though he'd started later, he caught up with Tang Hao while he was still airborne.
He reached out and grabbed him, his five fingers hooking firmly into the back of Tang Hao's robe. Then he flung him downward with all his strength—
Thud!
A loud crash rang out, dust flying everywhere.
Tang Hao slammed squarely into the golden-thread nanmu coffin, landing right inside.
His head struck the coffin's headboard with a dull thunk, and he curled up inside like a fish tossed into a bucket.
Zhao Linchuan stepped over to the coffin and lightly tapped the ground with his right foot.
The coffin lid shot into the air. The thick golden-thread nanmu