The beautiful memories were but a drunken dream of yesterday.
A faint bitterness was the taste of today.
This was a perfect description of Jiang Taichu's current state.
He had lost all face, a fate worse than death!
His hatred for Qin Feng had reached its absolute peak. If he could, he would gladly drag Qin Feng down with him to perish together.
He had never suffered such a devastating defeat. Throughout his life, he had been victorious in every battle, always trampling over others. When had he ever been so humiliated?
What unsettled Jiang Taichu the most was the strange Seal Technique Qin Feng had used at the end.
He felt as if something of utmost importance had been stolen from him, leaving him hollow inside, like a walking corpse.
It was as if he had been cast down from the heavens!
'Serves you right, you little bastard! You finally got what was coming to you! If I don't make you suffer for what you did to me, I'll have let you off too easily!'
