"This is a misunderstanding…" Nan Gong Hen laughed wryly, but the moment he said those words and before he could even finish his sentence, the woman behind the screen of light immediately barked coldly.
"Nan Gong Hen, he killed three of my guards!"
Nan Gong Hen’s words died in his mouth. He was just racking his brain and thinking of what to say when Su Ming smiled.
"Brother Nan Gong, don’t get involved in this. Help me take care of the two children. Once I’m finished with this, let’s continue drinking." As Su Ming spoke, he looked towards the woman behind the screen of light.
"As for that Latter Shaman from your tribe, I’d like to see just how much stronger he would be if compared to me!"
Su Ming was not lying or exaggerating. He had his Nascent Soul clone, had that Poison Corpse in the Berserker Soul Realm, and had the legacy of the Wind Berserker, he truly wanted to know just how wide was the distance between him and a Latter Shaman!
Preview to next chapter: First Fight against a Latter Shaman
Su Ming being polite.
Su Ming being humble(?).
Su Ming giving his all.
Su Ming being filled with determination.