Chương 1281: Miscalculation

Tang Shaoyang smiled, looking at Redvers Scovel's despair. That was obvious in his expression, fear and desperation mixed together. The beating heart could be heard even though he was not that close to the wolf's chest. With the wolf knelt, they were about at the same height, their eyes met at each other.

"Have you ever thought that you would get to this position before, kneeling to the person you despise to work with?" Tang Shaoyang let out a chuckle. He was at ease because of the Energy Destruction Touch, one of the Way of Destruction class' skills. He used the skill on the Slayer Blade, and that would ensure that Redvers Scovel would not be able to use his mana.

"You might win against men. You can smile now, but you will die eventually! Once the God Rank of the Federation of Allurion comes to Earth, that's the time you and your people will die!" Redvers Scovel grinned, showing his rows of canine teeth.