"Actually, I really do know a little!"
Tang Hao looked at the cursed young master and smiled brightly.
He wasn't angry at all even though the cursed young master had provoked him. In the past, the two of them had been considered geniuses of the same generation. But now, they were no longer on the same level.
He already had 5000 drops of blood, while the cursed young master only had 100 or so drops of blood. It was incomparable to his.
To put it bluntly, in his eyes, the cursed young master wasn't even a Grasshopper, and he could kill him with one hand.
Tang Hao did not think much of such a person.
"However, even though I understand, I don't have enough power to break these restrictions alone. I still need the help of the fellow Daoists present. It would be best if you have the cultivation of a thousand blood. I wonder which fellow Daoist is willing to help?"
Tang Hao said as he looked around.