"Damn thief, you're courting death!"
The Abyssal Sage King instantly flew into a rage!
He had long considered every Abyssal Plane Seed his exclusive possession. How could he allow anyone else to lay a finger on them?
To the Abyssal Sage King, Yang Ming's actions had touched his dragon's reverse scale!
What was more, the Abyssal Sage King had already glimpsed Yang Ming through the ruptured spatial fissure. He would never forget that face. Back then, a Blood Sacrifice of a million people on the Sun-Moon Continent had summoned his projection, but before he could show his might, he had encountered Yang Ming—a man whose memory was carved into his bones.
"It's you!"
Veins bulged on the Abyssal Sage King's forehead. As the saying went, enemies saw red when they met. With old grudges and new hatred piling together, fury burned within him.
Standing in the 10th Abyssal Layer, Yang Ming raised his middle finger at the Abyssal Sage King, then chuckled and said:
"Long time no see."
That provocative gesture poured oil onto the fire, driving the Abyssal Sage King into a frenzy. His figure abruptly vanished, becoming a streak of red light together with the Heavenly Saint Rift-Abyss Halberd in his hand, flashing past at a speed comparable to light!
Unfortunately, as fast as he was, the spatial fissure closed even faster!
By the time the Abyssal Sage King approached, Yang Ming was already gone, and the spatial fissure had long returned to normal. The Abyssal Plane Seed left behind after the Black Empress's death had been stolen by that man with effortless ease!
"This fury will be the death of me!"
The Abyssal Sage King threw back his head and roared. Then he turned his hate-filled gaze toward the weakened God of Sloth and his fellow deities,