Tang Hao laughed along with him. "Since you know who I am, why are you still trying to use Spirit Hall to pressure me? Don't you know I even dared to hammer Spirit Hall's Pope?"
"Besides, what the hell does your debt to Spirit Hall have to do with me?"
However, Tang Hao did not immediately bring his hammer down on Zhao Wuji's forehead. He wanted to see what other tricks this measly Soul Saint could pull.
Zhao Wuji chuckled. "I always thought I wasn't much of a thinker, that my head was stuffed with nothing but muscle. Who would've thought the mighty Clear Sky Douluo had even fewer brains than I did?"
Provoking a Titled Douluo like this as a mere Soul Saint was something Zhao Wuji could brag about for a year. Still, he knew that going too far was just as bad as not going far enough.
Feeling that he had pushed him enough, Zhao Wuji continued, "If you kill me, I won't be able to repay Spirit Hall. If you've got a way to make a dead man get up and pay his debts, then pretend I never said anything."
Could Tang Hao make the dead get back up?
Of course not. Otherwise, his wife would not have ended up like that.
"If I don't repay them, the people from the Martial Soul Bank will naturally come looking for me. Can you guess what happens next, Clear Sky Douluo?"
Zhao Wuji spoke with a smile that never reached his eyes, making the vicious gleam in Tang Hao's eyes grow even fiercer.
Yet Tang Hao had a vague feeling that if he really killed Zhao Wuji, something serious would happen. He just could not put his finger on why.
"Spit it out already!"
"Once they come looking