"Who... exactly are you?" The Cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment looked at Tang Rao in terror, completely unaware of when he had offended such a ferocious person.
Not only could he completely subdue all the Gu Worms, but his own strength was also terrifyingly powerful.
And from the sound of his voice, he seemed quite young.
He must be from the Nine-Headed King Hall.
If he believed that the other party was some sort of emissary of darkness, an incarnation of justice, or a spokesperson of light, he'd be genuinely foolish...
"It doesn't matter who I am, come on, tell me, what is your name?" Tang Rao asked cheerfully.
"I am... no, my name is Weng Leibao."
"Old Weng, I have a few questions for you," Tang Rao said. "If you answer poorly, I'll kill you; if you answer well, I'll let you die with some dignity."
Weng Leibao: "..."
So either way, I'm dead. Why bother speaking then.
