Tang San raised his head, his face already restored to its grave, anguished expression. "Mubai, Fatty, don't worry. I, Tang San, will never let this blood debt go unsettled."
"Everyone, step up your cultivation for now. I'll make deadlier hidden weapons. I'll make them pay the most agonizing price."
Meanwhile, deep in Suotuo City's Black Market, inside a dark, damp underground chamber.
"Cough, cough... pfft!"
The Poison Shadow Sect elder sat cross-legged on a stone bed and violently spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood.
He clutched his faintly aching chest, his face pale as paper, but crazed killing intent flickered in his inverted-triangle eyes.
"That Xiong Shaoqing! A wet-behind-the-ears brat actually nearly took my life!"
The elder wiped the poisonous blood from his mouth and growled through gritted teeth.
In that battle in the Black Market alley, he, a dignified Soul Ancestor-level elder of the Poison Shadow Sect, had actually had his breastbone shattered by a single kick from a young junior. If he failed to avenge such a monstrous humiliation, he swore he was unworthy of being human.
"Attend me!" the elder barked.
Several Poison Shadow Sect disciples radiating a cold, sinister presence immediately dropped to one knee. "What are your orders, Elder?"
"My injuries have only just stabilized. There's something strange about that boy's body. We cannot meet him head-on." A sinister gleam of calculation flashed in the elder's eyes. "Besides, the Listening Snow Inn is in the bustling southern district. Attacking openly there could easily draw interference from the City Defense Army and Spirit Hall."
"Carefully select a few elite hidden operatives with good movement skills. Have them lie in wait around the Listening Snow Inn tomorrow night. Keep your eyes glued to them for twelve double-hours and learn their routines and movements."
"Yes!" The