Tang Wulin stepped out of the shadows, a faintly amused smile on his face. "Of course I know. You're the Spirit Pagoda's Pagoda Master's grandson. What, can't win, so you're calling in your backers?"
Qiangu Zhangting's expression darkened. This brat, who looked no older than eight or nine, actually dared to be so arrogant.
This was utterly outrageous!
Tang Wulin stood in the clearing, facing Qiangu Zhangting's furious gaze with a calm smile.
His teammates stood ramrod straight behind him, their eyes resolute-a stark contrast to Qiangu Zhangting's teammates, who lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state.
"That's right. We lured the beast tide here," Tang Wulin freely admitted, his tone casual, as though he were discussing something utterly insignificant.
He paused, then added, "But don't worry. We won't hurt anyone else by mistake. The Spirit Pagoda barred everyone else from entering the Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform well in advance for today's final assessment. You... were just an accident."
He spoke lightly, but the meaning behind his words made Qiangu Zhangting's face so gloomy it could have dripped water.
He had never imagined that he, the illustrious grandson of the Spirit Pagoda's Pagoda Master and a Six-Ring Soul Emperor, would fall victim to a bunch of brats' scheming. What enraged him even more was that Tang Wulin dared to admit it so brazenly.
"You're playing with fire!" Qiangu Zhangting tightened his grip on the Coiling Dragon Staff, his knuckles turning white. "Before absolute strength, schemes and tricks are useless!"
"You think a few brats like you can get revenge? Heh..."
He drew a deep breath, and his aura abruptly surged. Vast Soul Power erupted from within him, like a slumbering savage beast awakening.
He, Qiangu Zhangting, had always been the pride of the Qiangu clan. His grandfather had