"Human Race, I, Ta Qing, swear I will pursue you to the ends of the earth in this life!"
Tsk-tsk. Reflecting on Ta Qing's impotent rage and wild roar at him before leaving, Wang Zhan didn't quite know what he was feeling.
To say he was proud was certainly an understatement. After all, even if he was only an eighth-level Warrior, he had still managed to render a true King-level beast helpless, leaving it no choice but to watch him flee into the distance.
But excitement or a sense of accomplishment? Wang Zhan honestly didn't feel much of either; even excitement was lacking. It was just a King-level beast, and subduing it had already exhausted all his great strength.
Not only had he exposed the ability and vulnerability of his clone, but he had also left clues that would inevitably lead others to make connections. And yet, he posed no real threat to Ta Qing; he couldn't even break that thin layer of King-level fascia. It amounted to little more than a tickle.
