"Fighting poison with poison, my ass. That was way too ruthless, way too shameless."
Xiao Tian's words left Wang San speechless with rage. For a moment, he had no idea what to say.
Everyone around them heard it too and struggled to hold back their laughter. That was vicious.
Shi Hao and the Heavenly Horned Ant blinked their big, innocent eyes. They only wanted to watch the show, and absolutely would not provoke the petty Xiao Tian.
"Enough talk. Don't waste time trading barbs with this brat. Capture him and take him back first."
Wang Nine spoke.
Although he was the ninth brother, his talent and combat prowess far surpassed those of his older brothers.
Wang Changsheng was the Pacifying Chaos King's grandson. Unfortunately, someone had possessed him when he was a child.
He had fathered ten sons. His youngest, the tenth, had the greatest talent and was naturally favored by the Great Dao, so he had sealed him away to await the right opportunity. Next came the ninth. The other eight were also outstanding talents of their era, but unfortunately, they had been born at the wrong time. Had this been the Immortal Ancient era, their family might have produced ten Supremes.
As the ninth brother spoke, his six older brothers exchanged glances and attacked Xiao Tian together. They no longer dared to underestimate him. This man was a heaven-blessed genius, even stronger than they had anticipated. If they could capture him, bring him back to the Wang Family, and bring him into the fold, his marriage to Wang Xi and the children they would have might become a celebrated tale.
This was all for the brat's own good. Sooner or later, the Foreign Realm would invade. Only a Longevity Family could endure; all other powers would turn to