Whoosh!
Seeing Tang Hao, who had been sneaking around inconspicuously, suddenly erupt and make such a huge commotion, the drinkers in the tavern assumed someone was drunkenly causing trouble. They all stood up and turned their "intimidating" gazes toward Tang Hao.
At this sight, Tang Hao, already seething with anger, clenched his fists. Though he wanted nothing more than to slaughter everyone present, he held himself back, sat down again, and took out a bag of Gold Soul Coins from his Storage Soul Tool, placing it on the shattered table to show that he would pay for the damages.
Seeing that this unfamiliar fellow seemed rather wealthy, the drinkers sat back down, though they still clicked their tongues under their breaths.
Tang Ritian:#
Endure!
Only afterward did Tang Hao pick up the newspaper again. As he read the information printed on it, his expression shifted unpredictably.
Li Ming, the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son... the Scourge of the Undead... he actually had such an ability?!
Tang Hao was both shocked and doubtful. Beyond that, he found the unrestrained way "Li Ming, the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son" acted almost unbearably infuriating.
I had clearly done everything I could to avoid involving members of Martial Soul Hall, so why could this Martial Soul Hall Holy Son just attack the ancestral grounds of the Clear Sky Sect without a word? Even when Spirit City had dispatched an army to threaten the Clear Sky Sect in the past, they would release word in advance, wouldn't they? Why didn't that old bastard Qian Daoliu stop him?
Damn it...
With Martial Soul Hall now producing such an extraordinary and uncontrollable monster, Tang Hao could already foresee that this "Holy Son Li Ming" would likely become a sword hanging over the heads of every major force