"Fate is given by the heavens, but that was the last life. Now, my fate is controlled by me, not the heavens. Let's not even talk about you, trash. Want to kill me? Once I unleash my power, even I would be afraid!"
The bomb couldn't kill Tang Rao, and Tang Rao has a hundred more ways.
Play dirty, poison, use underhanded means, find a way to fight the Corpse Emperor to the death, or else it would be a disappointment to Tang Rao's decades of cultivation.
"Hehehehe."
As soon as Tang Rao spoke, the sinister laughter of the Corpse Emperor rang out.
He wanted Tang Rao's life, even his laughter was penetrated by his practiced demon technique.
Taking advantage of the Corpse Emperor's recovery time, Tang Rao used his Mirror Avatar to search his portable palace for anything useful. In the end, besides a few strings of firecrackers, several sticks of incense, and some scattered coins, Tang Rao couldn't think of a better way to deal with the Corpse Emperor.
