Yu Xiaogang had been teaching on the training grounds when his vision suddenly blurred.
The next thing he knew, he was in a small grove on Shrek's Back Mountain.
A chill wind rustled through the gloomy woods. A tall, straight-backed figure in black robes stood silently before him, his face hidden in shadow, indistinct. Yet his fury and killing intent were unmistakable.
Yu Xiaogang's calves trembled. A few drops of urine leaked out in his fright, and an inexplicable panic rose in his heart.
"Who are you? What do you want? Hehehe..."
As he stared at the tall, black-robed figure's back, a vague, indescribable sense of familiarity stirred within him.
Could it be Tang Hao?
The thought had barely flashed through his mind before he dismissed it.
No... it definitely isn't him.
I've worked myself to the bone teaching his son. Why would he want to kill me? That makes no sense.
Besides, the Tang Hao I met six years ago looked weathered, but he wasn't this down-and-out.
The man before him looked more like a beggar.
He possessed none of the Clear Sky Douluo's razor-sharp presence.
Could it be...
In that instant, Yu Xiaogang felt his world-shaking wisdom seize the high ground!
The identity of the man before him was practically written on his face.
Gritting his teeth, his face contorted with resentment, he roared:
"You people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have gone too far! I... hehehe... I'm already like this, and you still... hehehe... won't leave me alone!"
Tang Hao could not be bothered to waste a single word on him. First, he would collect some interest on all those accumulated grudges, old and new!
His large hand shot out, so fast it left only an afterimage. He clamped it around Yu Xiaogang's throat and