"Yes, we meet again. I never imagined that someone like you, once a mere ant, would grow to such an extent. If I had known, I would have killed you back then. Otherwise, you'd surely become a major threat to me someday. But it's okay, killing you today will be just as good."
Liu Ang looked at Lu Tianxing, his voice oozing with venom, and a chilling killing intent emanating from his entire being. It was Lu Tianxing who had cut off one of his arms, almost preventing him from reaching the Late Stage of Mythical. Had he not accidentally discovered a unique cultivation technique recorded in his sect's secret manual, he probably wouldn't have reached the Late Stage of Mythical in this lifetime. Seeing his enemy now, Liu Ang's murderous intent was understandably thick.
