"You don't know? How could you possibly not know!"
Tang San looked crazed as he screamed hysterically, "Those were my Sea God Nine Trials! How dare you transfer my Sea God Nine Trials to Xue Haicang!"
"Y-you... you spy! You spy who deserves a horrible death!"
His face twisted like a malevolent demon's, Tang San raised his hand, pointed at Sea Horse Douluo, and hurled abuse at him.
Everyone was stunned by those words.
This was far from the first time Tang San had provoked Sea Horse Douluo.
None of them knew whether Tang San had lost his mind.
But they knew that his behavior was undoubtedly a dance back and forth along the edge of death!
The next instant, naked, undisguised killing intent radiated from Sea Horse Douluo.
The savage gleam in his eyes was plain to see, and the fury in his heart had reached its peak.
A mere piece of trash?
Someone with a mere single White Level trial?
Garbage beneath even a sixth-class Sea Soul Master?
Challenging my dignity again and again?
Did he really think I was made of clay?
That I had no temper at all?
An enormous phantom seahorse materialized behind Sea Horse Douluo.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black-nine soul rings radiated a terrifying pressure, laying bare the full intimidating might of a Titled Douluo.
"Garbage belongs in a garbage heap! Don't come out here to disgrace yourself! Die!"
As his words fell, a mass of blue soul power gathered in Sea Horse Douluo's palm, ready to blast toward Tang San.
Just as Sea Horse Douluo was about to kill Tang San, a leisurely voice drifted over from afar.
The voice was exquisitely beautiful, like that of a divine maiden from the heavens.
"Sea Horse, have you forgotten that