Tang Yao didn't know what sort of effect these exaggerated rhetorical methods would form once they met a warrior who could truly match them.
But he was clear about one thing, ever since the trip to Martial Saint Mountain, passersby who had seen Tang Luo's true face would never forget the man who with just one arm, had blocked the chariot's window.
On the path of martial arts, Tang Yao felt that he no longer had the chance to compete with Tang Luo, so he invested more of his experience into the building of his power.
Yet, who could have anticipated that even after taking over the task of expanding the city with his base team, he still couldn't avoid Tang Luo's name.
And no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what kind of cooperation Tang Luo ultimately needed, or rather, why, after the news had been out for so long, that guy still hadn't made a trip to the base?
