"You little bastard, it's really not easy to meet you..."
Seeing Chen Tang, the First Fuyang Ancestor's cold, chiseled face finally broke into a smile, but it carried an overwhelming sense of eeriness: "But then again, my status and position are not ordinary either."
"I've specially humbled myself today to come and find you. Now that we've met, shouldn't you show some sign of appreciation?"
As he spoke, his gaze shifted, turning his head to glance at Liu Yiyi and Gutawen Hao, who had fainted on the ground beside him.
His voice turned icy: "You have only ten breaths. If you can't impress me within ten breaths, one of these two will die immediately. Of course, it doesn't matter if both die; given my strength, there are so many ants here, I can easily catch more!"
As he said the last sentence, his gaze swept over Chen Tang's companions, with no attempt to hide who he considered ants.
