Chapter 2202 - 2198: The Golden Mask
Tang Lao looked at Tang Ming with some surprise, his gaze falling on the black-clothed man wearing a golden mask amidst the crowd.
The black-clothed man stepped forward, and Tang Ming seemed to hear his laughter. He placed his hand on Tang Ming’s shoulder: "If you can take away this dart from my hand, I’ll let you go with us."
"Do you look down on me that much?"
A trace of cold arrogance flashed in Tang Ming’s eyes.
The black-clothed man laughed loudly: "Tang Ming, it’s not that I look down on you, it’s that you’re too weak. Honestly, in my opinion, it would be enough to keep you by my side. But the master believes you should be tempered a bit. We’re not made in calm waters. If you have this kind of thinking, I’m quite happy for the master."
"I have nothing to do with your master, nor do I care to. It’s just taking down that dart, right? Here I come."
Tang Ming’s figure flickered and disappeared, instantly appearing behind the black-clothed man.
"Good move."
The big man’s loud laughter resounded, and Tang Ming realized that the big man’s arm he had grasped earlier was merely a phantom.
The sensation in his hand had deceived him.
And the big man had already appeared behind Tang Ming.
"Your Qinggong is not bad, you’ve comprehended its essence, but this is the Taoyuan World."
The big man placed his hand on Tang Ming’s wrist and flung him away in an instant.
Flying through the air, Tang Ming felt wind sounds everywhere next to his ears, the big man’s words constantly echoing in his ears.
This is the Taoyuan World, these six words continued to reverberate in his mind.
Indeed, this is the Taoyuan World. The techniques he cultivated in the Lower Realm seemed to have brought only the Thousand Evil Poison Technique to the Taoyuan World. Everything else was used only in battle but hadn’t been integrated with the local Immortal Cultivation techniques of the Taoyuan World.
"Again."
Tang Ming’s body spun in mid-air, rushing directly towards the big man.
Behind the golden mask, the big man’s face clearly displayed a surprised expression.
When Tang Ming approached him, he shouted, "Good move."
Bang.
This time, Tang Ming fell even more miserably, directly caught by the ankle and thrown out by the big man.
"Again."
Tang Ming got up, ready to attack again, but the big man wearing the golden mask shook his head: "I’ve agreed to let you join us. After this mission, I’ll accompany you to West Continent Town and serve as your training partner on the way."
"This, doesn’t seem appropriate."
Tang Lao, standing not far away, coughed and stepped forward to say.
"Don’t worry, report everything truthfully to the master when you return, the master will understand me."
The big man with the golden mask turned and took the lead towards the place where Poison Teeth had ordered Chu Li and others to ambush.
Lan Yancha jumped onto Tang Ming’s shoulder: "How can you deal with that old fellow Chu Li without me? I’ll go with you."
Tang Ming nodded and quickly followed the golden-masked big man.
Shan Ze and Zhou Mo exchanged a glance, wanting to follow too, but were stopped by Tang Lao: "You shouldn’t go. Shan Ze’s strength is okay, but Zhou Mo, you’re a bit weak. I, this old man, although looking impressive, don’t have much capability. Shan Ze needs to stay to protect everyone."
Shan Ze scratched his big bald head: "You are right, old man, then I’ll stay."
Chu Li and Han Ya, ambushed in the carefully arranged formation, did not look well.
Since Poison Teeth and Old Bai Yan hadn’t returned after such a long time, it meant that Tang Ming must be difficult to deal with.
"Old Bai Yan is getting worse, can’t even make good bait."
Han Ya snorted coldly.
Chu Li, standing beside Han Ya, grinned: "I suppose you’re panicking, Han Ya. Old Bai Yan is an old dog of the Water Dragon Tower Master. If something happens, I’m afraid you’ll be in trouble too."
"Senior Chu, don’t forget either, who helped raise that dog for the Tower Master. Without me, could he become the Tower Master’s dog?"
Han Ya snorted coldly, indifferent.
"They’re coming."
A hoarse voice resounded behind Han Ya and Chu Li.
Han Ya and Chu Li’s pupils contracted. This voice belonged to the reinforcements sent by the Water Dragon Tower Master.
Han Ya had introduced this man to Chu Li, named Song Bei. He was part of the Water Dragon Tower Master’s ultimate plan.
These people of the ultimate plan were all cultivated by the Water Dragon Tower Master a thousand years ago.
The Water Dragon Tower Master had put a lot of effort into them, many experimental subjects perished on the cultivation path because their bodies couldn’t withstand it.
Those who succeeded in becoming part of the ultimate plan, were all strong, at least, Chu Li and Han Ya couldn’t use their Divine Soul to discern the strength of this man called Song Bei in front of them.
"They’ve arrived."
Chu Li and Han Ya peered through the mist in the formation, looking outside.
But all they could still see was mist.
"What’s going on, why can’t we see anything?"
Chu Li turned to look at Song Bei.
Song Bei was someone from the Water Dragon Tower Master’s side, aligned with Han Ya. And he, Chu Li, was merely in a cooperative relationship with them.
"Why all the shouting? There’s a strong opponent, we might not be their match."
Song Bei’s hoarse voice sounded again.
Chu Li and Han Ya’s pupils contracted. At this moment, Wang Chuan was also held by the shoulder by the black-robed man in a golden mask: "Who would’ve thought they’d really see your worth. Even sending Nascent Soul Stage experts, though just Early Stage, seems overkill for dealing with someone only at Foundation Establishment Stage."
"Friend, those words are quite amusing. In your team, there are at least five Nascent Soul Stage experts, while on my side there’s only me. Yet you say it’s overkill on our part, it’s quite laughable."
A hoarse voice came from the forest not far away.
Song Bei’s face remained devoid of any emotion, while Chu Li and Han Ya’s faces changed dramatically.
At Chu Li’s peak, he was at Nascent Soul Middle Stage, now he could at most exert Golden Core Peak strength.
Han Ya and Chu Li were similar, his cultivation was Golden Core Middle Stage, with Immortal Artifacts, he could reach Golden Core Peak.
But in Tang Ming’s team, there were five Nascent Soul Stage experts, which meant this was surely a dead end for them.
"Hahaha, it seems you do have some skill, no wonder you could arrange such a formation. However, you made one mistake. Indeed, there are five Nascent Soul Stage experts in our team, but I’m not at Nascent Soul Stage, I’m at Concentrating Spirit Stage."
The body of the man wearing the golden mask suddenly grew larger.
A huge phantom appeared behind him.