Bab 1217: Ancient Slave

Ta Jia's eyes shone as did the eight stars at the center of his brow. He stared at Su Ming and suddenly grinned. There was a hint of scorn in his grin.

"You might have done me a favor, but that favor isn't as great as you think. I won't make things hard for you today, but if you continue pestering me, do not blame me for crushing you."

There was contempt in Ta Jia's voice. The air of supremacy in his words was prominent, and it was no wonder he acted this way. After all, he was no longer a seven-star Ancient God, but an eight-star Ancient God, a powerful warrior who, in his memories, had the world at his beck and call.

"You can try," Su Ming said faintly.

That one sentence brought killing intent to Ta Jia's eyes. With a cold harrumph, he took a swift step towards Su Ming. He lifted his right hand and threw a punch in Su Ming's direction, which stirred up loud booming sounds.

"You do not know what is good for you!"