Chapter 1916: Chapter 1912: Young Master of Colorful Clouds
"Whoa, you came so quickly!"
Tang Ming put down his cards and looked up, "Hu Wei, you actually dare to appear before me."
Upon seeing Hu Wei, Tang Ming couldn’t help but control his anger.
Back then, Yang Bupo and Yin Yongjian repeatedly sabotaged Tang Ming and Xia Wei’er’s intimate moments to prevent them from sleeping together, using Hu Wei’s credit card. So, Tang Ming still thinks Hu Wei disrupted his plans.
"Shouldn’t I be the one saying that to you?"
Hu Wei glared venomously at Tang Ming, "You disgraced me back then. Today, I will make you pay double."
"Just you?"
Tang Ming sneered, slowly standing up.
"Careful! That guy over there is not easy to deal with; he looks strong."
Meng Xianjun watched Murong Yunhai warily.
"Do you know who this person is?"
Zhang Chuming asked in confusion.
"Do you know?"
Tang Ming and Meng Xianjun immediately turned their eyes to Zhang Chuming.
"If I knew, would I be asking you?"
Zhang Chuming rolled his eyes, sighing helplessly.
"Tsk! Suddenly, I miss Zhuge Guang. That guy knows everything; there seems to be nothing he doesn’t know."
Tang Ming sneered and walked toward Murong Yunhai and Hu Wei with big strides.
"Young Master, he’s Tang Ming."
Hu Wei quickly reported the situation.
"Are you the Tang Ming Wei’er mentioned?"
Murong Yunhai stared at Tang Ming intently, a murderous look in his eyes.
"Wei’er? Is that what you call her? Are you close?"
Tang Ming squinted, feeling furious at Murong Yunhai’s handsome appearance, instinctively sensing his ulterior motives toward Wei’er.
"Wei’er is my junior sister. Do you think we’re close?"
Murong Yunhai coldly chuckled, "I’m Murong Yunhai, the Young Master of Rainbow Cloud Peak, the only man worthy of Wei’er in this world. But Wei’er always thinks about you, so I must kill you to make her forget."
"So, we’re rivals in love!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Ming felt very unhappy, "I hate two types of people: those who are more handsome than me and those who dare covet my woman. You fit both."
"If that’s the case, then there’s nothing more to say. Everyone here must die today."
Murong Yunhai ominously scanned the room.
"You guys fighting over jealousy has nothing to do with us, right?"
Meng Xianjun protested unhappily.
"Young Master, let me kill him for you."
Hu Wei coldly smiled, stepping forward to summon a layer of purple-red Vigorous Air Armor.
"You’ve also broken through to Martial General."
Tang Ming was stunned, his eyes wide in surprise. Hu Wei was so weak back then, how did he also break through to Martial General?
"Haha, unexpected, right? After joining Rainbow Cloud Peak, I was fortunate to be supported by the Young Master and cultivated Ziyun Divine Skill. I progressed rapidly, no longer the person I was."
Hu Wei looked at Tang Ming with a face full of smugness.
"A dog wearing clothes is still a dog."
Tang Ming sneered, turning playfully to Murong Yunhai, "Hey, since we’re rivals in love, isn’t it degrading to let a dog talk to me?"
"Bastard, who are you insulting?"
Hearing this, Hu Wei was instantly enraged.
"What if I insult you?"
Sun Zhuangjia approached Tang Ming with a rebellious expression, "Your opponent is me. Let me play with your dog."
"Hu Wei, you don’t need to take action here."
Murong Yunhai glanced at Hu Wei, "I’ll deal with my own opponent. You go rescue Yang Bupo and the others."
"Yes, Young Master."
Hu Wei nodded, quickly heading towards Yang Bupo and the others.
"Tang Ming, you’re right. Since we’re rivals, we should have a fair duel to see who is truly worthy of Wei’er."
Murong Yunhai slowly raised his hand, summoning a layer of purple-red Gang Qi far thicker than Hu Wei’s.
"One-star Martial General Peak!"
Meng Xianjun’s face changed slightly, "Tang Ming, be careful; this guy is tough."
"Interesting!"
Tang Ming nodded, squinting his eyes as he examined Murong Yunhai.
Meanwhile, Hu Wei reached Yang Bupo and the others, reaching out to move the pile of stones and trying to dig them out.
"Careful, they’re strong."
Yang Bupo weakly warned, his cultivation sealed and crushed by so many stones; even a Martial General couldn’t bear it.
"Don’t worry! The Young Master and I personally took action. Tang Ming and his few people can’t possibly match us."
Hu Wei continued working briskly, smiling confidently.
"Don’t... be careful!"
Yang Bupo abruptly widened his eyes, exclaiming in shock.
"What is it?"
Hu Wei was slightly confused, then saw a shadow appear on the ground, his face instantly changing; he hadn’t noticed anyone behind him with his cultivation.
Before Hu Wei could turn, he summoned his Vigorous Air Armor at the first moment, then felt a gust of wind from behind. Turning, he saw a girl with an expressionless face holding a shovel aimed at him.
"You... ah!"
Before he could retaliate, the shovel came down.
"Dare to dig up those I’ve buried; are you trying to make me bury you again?"
Zhang Baobao swung the shovel at Hu Wei’s head, brutally smashing his Gang Qi and leaving him defenseless.
"How is this possible?"
A moment later, Hu Wei lay on the ground, convulsing and moaning, bloodied, astonished that a Martial General had been beaten with a shovel.
"This..."
Seeing Hu Wei’s predicament, Murong Yunhai was stunned, thinking only two Martial Generals were present; how was there this woman who pacified Hu Wei?
"Brother Zhang! What is Bao Bao’s cultivation level?"
Meng Xianjun gulped, asking Zhang Chuming blankly.
"There’s no way to gauge Bao Bao’s cultivation; she fights mostly on instinct."
Zhang Chuming chuckled bitterly, finally understanding why God and Ghost Sect regarded Zhang Baobao as the strongest ace; it’s too abnormal.
"This is so unfair."
Meng Xianjun looked at Zhang Chuming and Tang Ming with envy, "Tang Ming has that freakish son Xiaohong to protect, and you have the unfathomable Bao Bao sister; I have nothing!"
"Maybe because our names both have ’Ming’ in them?"
Zhang Chuming laughed oddly.
"Really? Then I have to consider changing my name; from now on, I’ll be called Meng Xianming?"
Meng Xianjun sighed in frustration, comparing oneself is infuriating!
"It’s getting dark, the ghost comes, dig a pit to bury people..."
Zhang Baobao sang as she started digging a pit, looking up at Tang Ming, "Tang Ming, should I dig another pit to bury that guy?"
"Good, good."
Tang Ming nodded repeatedly.
"You have three Martial Generals."
Murong Yunhai’s face darkened, "Whatever! A fair duel between us is my main goal."
