"His name is Cao De, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. He's in Spirit Hall right now," Yu Xiaogang said shakily.
His heart seethed with resentment. After escaping Tang San, he had headed west, thinking that the more dangerous a place was, the safer he would be.
Tang San probably would never imagine he would retrace his steps. Things had gone just as he had expected: Tang San had not come looking for him over the past two days.
But today, he had run into a Titled Douluo brimming with murderous intent.
Thinking back on his experiences, first Cao De had beaten him, then he had scratched Tang San's itch, then Bibi Dong had slapped him flying and injured his private parts. He had gone looking for a doctor, only to have a restaurant owner use chopsticks on him.
He had finally found Liu Erlong, only to be beaten by Tang Hao, poisoned by the poison miasma, and bullied by Flender.
After finally getting two days of rest and preparing to spread his wings, Tang Hao had scared him back into submission, and he had had to scratch the man's itch too.
First Tang Hao had threatened him, then Tang San had threatened him.
He had finally escaped and found somewhere to get some proper rest, only to run into a Slaughter God Titled Douluo now.
Why was his life so miserable?
As he recalled it all, tears streamed down Yu Xiaogang's face.
But remembering his current predicament, he hastily wiped the tears off his face with his hand.
A faint smile curled the Rakshasa God's lips.
Mortals were mortals. A little trouble like this was enough to make them cry.
Mocking him inwardly, the Rakshasa God asked with a smile, "Do you know where Spirit Hall is?"
"Yes." Yu