The Happy Tang Old Master
Penerjemah: GravityTales
Gao Huan was not looking at the elder's eyes, but at his brows.
He remembered very clearly that there was a mole in one of those brows.
It was really there.
Gao Huan suddenly felt a deep pain.
Heartache.
The instant he saw that mole, he knew that he had been tricked.
Since this elder was here, his surprise attack was doomed to failure.
This also meant that this war was about to end in a human victory.
This was naturally worthy of heartache, especially for someone like him.
"Tang Three! Tang Jingtian!"
Gao Huan madly roared and flew into the sky in a bid to escape.
There was a clattering of metal as several chains flew into the sky, pulling taut as they grabbed onto his ankles.
At the same time, several zither strings stabbed through the flexible armor made from the tail thorns of the Monster Bull.
Minister Wei took out a brush and drew several large words.
An array covered the sky.
The Tang Old Master flew into the air, his fist smashing into Gao Huan's chest.