" Ha ha ha, you must be kidding me, how can a weak person like you set all these tents of fire, someone else must be doing this behind you", PM's son said that as he gave a look of contempt. Zhao Yang was so weak that he could not even defend himself against a child. How on earth would he be capable of setting these tents on fire? However, he did see the fire disappear after Zhao Yang flicked his hand.
" Why is it that I can't set these tents on fire", Zhao Yang said as he looked amused when speaking to the PM's son. The PM's son looked at Zhao Yang as if he were looking at an idiot. He could not help but scuff at Zhao Yang.
" These tents are made with a special material preventing them from getting on fire unless someone is a fire user, you are someone who can't even cultivate forget setting these tents on fire", Zhao Yang smirked as he could not help but feel pity for killing someone like him. Thinking a little longer Zhao Yang gave an evil smirk towards the PM's son. Jing who was standing next to Zhao Yang could not help but feel sorry for the little kid standing in front of them. Even if he wanted to run, he could not as he was surrounded but he did not even seem to realise.
Zhao Yang got up from the seat and walked towards the boy who was standing in front of his tent. Zhao Yang lifted one of his hands up and quickly there was a bright red coloured flame that formed in his hand. Looking at the fire the PM's son could help but petrified, was not Zhao Yang a useless boy who could not cultivate, how was he able to summon a flame. Zhao Yang threw the flame ball he had in his hands towards the tent, the moment the flames touched the tent, it blew up in flame. Looking at the scene in front of the PM's sons' legs could not help but tremble, from what just happened, thinking about it he could not but laugh at himself, he truly was screwed this time. He turned to look at Zhao Yang who was looking at him as if he were an animal rather than a human. Zhao Yang went through his sleeves and got a small bottle out. Inside the bottle were five pills, he opened the cork and got all the five pill in his hand. Zhao Yang signalled for Jing to come over, the PM's son was not able to put up a fight, as Jing was an experienced fighter compared to the PM's son who was like a new born baby. Both arms were grabbed by Jing only using one her hands, while the free hand help up the boy's chin and open his mouth. Zhao Yang squatted in front of the boy and said in a very low voice.
" I pity you, because of that I'll let you live... However, do not think that I will let you live an easy life", Zhao Yang said as he looked at the pills first then towards the boy with a smirk. Zhao Yang had five different coloured pills in his hand and one by one he had inserted them into the boy's mouth making sure that he has swallowed them. Zhao Yang then explained what each of the pills does to the boy making his feel terrified.
" The red pill will ensure that you will never be able to cultivate, the blue one will make you mute, the green one will make you a cripple, the yellow one will ensure that you don't die and of course the last one which is my favourite one, the black one, its poison. It a slow reacting one do not worry you will not die that easily. Every day you will experience extreme pain for the rest of your life until you die naturally of old age. Fun isn't it; it took me a while to make these all these, do you know hard it was, aren't you going to thank me?", Zhao Yang asked as he looked at the boy with ridicule.