"Shameless, you actually use this kind of thing against me, you're not fit to be a cultivator."
Zhao Gang glared venomously at Tang Ming, cursing with difficulty, wanting to move, but his body wouldn't obey.
"Idiot! Even cultivators need to keep up with the times. I have no time to waste with you here."
Tang Ming sneered disdainfully, not bothering to pay attention to Zhao Gang, and rushed quickly towards the hotel.
Tang Ming hadn't been gone long before Meng Xianjun arrived with Lu Xiaolu and Wu Xiaoxia.
"Was this done by Tang Ming?"
Wu Xiaoxia looked at the explosion site and the dying Zhao Gang in shock. "This man was a Nine-star Martial Master chasing me down, how did Tang Ming manage to beat him so badly?"
"Haha, that guy is also a deeply unfathomable figure. I just didn't expect him to take down a Nine-star Martial Master so quickly, seems he's even more impressive than me."
