The Prelude of the Battle

Time fleeted by quickly and nearly two hours had passed. Tang Xiu was sitting on a boulder by the sea, watching several liners quickly approaching in the distance. As a smile appeared on his face, he made a motion with his hand and figures flickered lightning-fast and appeared on the beach.

"Mr. Tang."

As the liners approached the shore, a wounded Vulcan quickly moved and came to Tang Xiu. Although his expression was rather vague, the chill radiating from him showed that he was very furious as of now.

"You were defeated. So?" Tang Xiu's countenance was full of indifference and his tone was very cold.