Liu Dingyang sneered evilly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes as he looked at Tangyu and said, "I can't cover the sky with one hand, but I can crush you to death with one hand. Are you sure you want to continue to challenge my patience?" Liu Dingyang adopted a condescending stance, his words echoing like a superior reprimanding an inferior, as if Tangyu was nothing more than a weak ant before him. Liu Dingyang had the credentials, as well as the confidence, to make such a statement—he could control life and death with a mere flip of his hand.
If such words were spoken by someone else, they might seem laughable, but coming from Liu Dingyang, they seemed only natural, as if it was his birthright to speak in such a manner. Whenever he spoke, it was taken for granted, and no one doubted the veracity of his words.
