Gao Wenqiang, clutching the knife in his hand, was confused.
There was something uncanny about the kid in front of him. How did he suddenly appear from the balcony? It was the fifth floor!
Then, his facial muscles contorted and he displayed a vicious look.
"I don't care where you came from! You got here just in time though. I'll finish both of you right here!" As he spoke, he flourished the sharp knife in his hand.
Jiang Wanying struggled. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was gagged and she could only make muffled wailing noises.
Tang Hao's expression was ice-cold. His eyes flashed with killing intent.
He was not a bloodthirsty person. Ever since he had become a cultivator, he had killed several people, though they all deserved to die, whether they were Chen Sandao, or Huang Haijiang, or those Grandmasters from Nanyang.
The person in front of him deserved to die too!
