Hearing those two words, Ning Rongrong's heart skipped another beat.
She nodded, blushing like a little fox that had stolen a taste of honey. Leaving behind a "Who wants to go home with you?" she covered her burning cheeks and fled the Rain-Listening Waterside Pavilion.
Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, Xiong Shaoqing slipped his hands into his pockets. The tenderness on his face gradually faded, replaced by a cold look that saw through everything.
The Poison Shadow Sect lead had been cut off. With Tang San's vindictive, sinister, and ruthless nature, he would never let the matter rest.
He wanted to see what other filthy tricks that hypocrite Tang San could come up with.
Night fell.
Inside a secret underground VIP chamber at the Soto Great Soul Arena.
The atmosphere was cold and murderous.
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Tang San sat on one side of the chamber, all wearing loose black cloaks.
Opposite them sat Meng Li, captain of the Fierce God Team, his face covered in brutal-looking flesh and his body reeking of blood.
Chapter 116: So-called purity
"Fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins." Dai Mubai pushed a heavy brocade pouch into the center of the table. "There's only one condition: forcibly challenge the Heaven-Shaking Phantom Team to a cross-rank deathmatch. And in the ring, you must tear that captain named Xiong Shaoqing to pieces for me."
Meng Li weighed the bag of coins in his hand. Greed flashed in his eyes, but then he frowned. "A cross-rank deathmatch is easy enough. Our Fierce God Team loves tearing geniuses apart."
"But I've heard that Xiong Shaoqing is a strange one, with an incredibly powerful body. My brothers and I aren't afraid of dying, but we don't want to take a job without a good chance of success."