Ning Bei raised an eyebrow, then slowly nodded under Tang San's certain stare, admitting that all of it had been his doing.
"That's right. I did it."
"Why?"
The other party's honesty actually surprised Tang San a little. What followed was a thick wave of confusion. He should have had no grudge against him, so why had the other party gone to such lengths to frame him? But when he met Ning Bei's gaze, God King Tang almost broke under that look reserved for an idiot.
"What are you looking at? Answer this god. Why did you do this?"
Ning Bei scoffed and pointed toward the Star Luo and Tang Sect armies behind him.
"Is it that hard to understand?"
"You knew this day would come?"
"That's right."
Tang San slowly recovered from his shock, his expression gradually turning cold. Since he already knew the other party's intentions and what he had done, nothing else mattered. This person was already on his must-kill list.
"Do you have any last words?"
That icy voice did not make Ning Bei feel the slightest fear. Instead, the corner of his mouth curled into a triumphant smile. Trying to act cool in front of me? Not happening.
"Last words? Let me think!"
Seeing that the other party really did have last words to say, Tang San actually grew interested, wanting to hear what he had to say.
"That time in the Star Dou Great Forest, when I saw four century-old Soul Rings floating up from your body, I nearly laughed myself breathless, you know that? So, how were those Soul Bones and Soul Rings? Pretty useful, right?"
Tang San, who had originally worn a mocking expression, instantly darkened when he heard Ning Bei's words. He had not forgotten the title of Fart King. All