"Things have come to this and you still don't wise up. You are absolutely not getting away today."
Mo Wenming shouted, pretending to be calm.
"My woman is dead. You think I'd still be thinking about running?"
Tang Ming gently laid Liu Mengting and Qingqing on the ground, then slowly stood up, his eyes filled with madness.
"Then what else can you do? At this point, you've got no other road left."
Wu Tian looked at Tang Ming with disdain.
"I'm gonna send every last one of you to hell."
Tang Ming raised both hands, glaring ferociously at Wu Tian and the others. A black Energy Ball appeared in each of his palms, and they kept swelling larger and larger.
"What a wild, violent Energy!"
Chu Zhaoliang stared at Tang Ming in shock. "What kind of Martial Arts is that?"
"Th-this already feels like it's surpassed a Three-star Martial General, right?"
Mo Wenming's face also turned pale. He hadn't expected Tang Ming to have so many tricks, and for them to be this terrifying.
