"Douluo: Meme-Making Lottery System ()"
"Dai Weisi, how do you want to die?!"
Yang Ming's voice, amplified with Soul Power, echoed continuously through the skies above Star Luo City, vast and mighty, filled with authority.
Dai Weisi's expression changed drastically as he roared in shock and fury:
"Yang Ming, you actually went back on your word!"
"There's no need to keep one's word with someone as disloyal, unrighteous, and unfilial as you!" Yang Ming cast Dai Weisi a cold glance and spat, "Because you don't deserve it!"
Pfft!
Overwhelmed by rage, Dai Weisi sprayed out a mist of blood.
Clutching his chest, he dropped to one knee, his face incomparably ugly.
The last shred of hope in his heart had been crushed. Dai Weisi understood that Yang Ming was determined to fight him to the death.
Unless he died, Yang Ming would never let the matter rest.
"Help me down!"
At Dai Weisi's shout, his personal guards finally snapped out of their daze. They hurriedly supported him from either side and staggered down from the city wall.
Yang Ming did nothing to stop them. Instead, he waved a hand, signaling the million-strong army to begin its assault.
With the combined military strength of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Sky-Blasting Gang, taking this formidable city would meet some resistance, but it would not take long. At most, a week; at least, three days. The outcome would be decided.
As for Yang Ming?
Naturally, he chose to stand aside and watch the soldiers below launch their attack.
After all, hadn't he founded the Sky-Blasting Gang so he could be a hands-off boss and avoid personally handling every little matter? With so many useful underlings to order around, he could slack off a little.
Dai Weisi, meanwhile, ignored the contemptuous looks around