As Xue Beng's teacher in his previous life, Tang San knew his cheap student's character better than anyone. Hearing Xue Beng say this, how could he not understand what Xue Beng was plotting?
Even though Tang San considered Xue Beng vile yet useful, he would usually turn a blind eye and let things slide whenever he could.
But now, Xue Beng had actually set his crooked thoughts on his beloved Xiao Wu. That undoubtedly crossed Tang San's bottom line.
He was serious about Xiao Wu. Even though she was now disfigured, he still loved her deeply.
So...
Xue Beng, Xiao Wu is your future teacher's wife! What the hell are you thinking?
You utterly rebellious bastard!
Tang San cursed inwardly as he summoned his foul-smelling Blue Silver Grass martial soul. At the same time, he discreetly took out several tiny needle-shaped hidden weapons and concealed them in his sleeve, his gloomy gaze fixed on Xue Beng.
Though furious, his deep and calculating nature allowed him to retain a trace of calm. Xue Beng had provoked him now, which was undoubtedly an act already on the Path to Death. Still, Tang San would not kill Xue Beng yet, since he did not want to invite trouble. But using sinister methods to cripple Xue Beng would not be difficult.
Tang San's eyes flickered. Hiding behind Zhao Wuji's broad bear-like body, he brazenly sized Xue Beng up several times and quickly discerned the general state of his illness. He really was on the verge of being completely crippled.
Since that was the case...
Tang San would give him a little push!
An eunuch emperor would surely be interesting.
At that moment, as the pressure of three Soul Douluo descended at once, cold sweat began to form on the foreheads of Flender, Zhao Wuji,