Zhao Ming was so excited he felt he could fly.
Su Han had punched him once before, a slight that Zhao Ming had nursed as a grudge ever since, constantly plotting his revenge. He had even spoken ill of Su Han among the other Sons of the Sequence, but those were merely empty words. What he truly craved was an opportunity to face Su Han one-on-one and eliminate him. That wish materialized the moment he entered the Dragon Palace Ruins. How could he not be thrilled? How could he not burst into manic laughter?
"Die for me!"
Zhao Ming's hand shot out, grasping the Nether Long Spear. Black Death Qi swirled around the weapon, giving it the aura of the legendary Nether God Spear as it thrust directly at Su Han with the stench of death.
