"Bastard, die!"
Seeing Tang Ming still daring to discuss the matter, Yao Buji stopped wasting words, roared in fury, and turned into a streak of white light as he charged over.
A simple and direct punch, Yao Buji was confident that this move was enough to kill Tang Ming, who had already lost his cultivation, on the spot.
Just as his fist was about to hit Tang Ming's head, Yao Buji suddenly realized Tang Ming had vanished.
"Where is he?"
Yao Buji shouted in surprise, then felt a breeze behind his head and turned around sharply, only to see a pork knuckle, bitten a few times, enlarging before his eyes.
"Ah!"
Yao Buji screamed, his body flying out and crashing heavily to the ground.
"With such meager skills, you dare to act tough in front of me; who gave you the courage?"
Tang Ming shook the knuckle in his hand, looking down at Yao Buji with disdain.
"You, you..."
After climbing up, Yao Buji wiped his face, smeared with grease, and stared incredulously at Tang Ming.
