Host, You Really Deserve to Die!

"Pah!" Wang Tianhua spat a mouthful of old phlegm onto Long Jiuyuan's face with all his strength, his words dripping with mockery. "Long Jiuyuan, even if you kill me now, Wang Ruxue will never come back!"

"You piece of trash! If you'd had even a proper job back then, I wouldn't have stopped you and Xiaoxue from being together. Things ended up like this entirely because of what you did with your own hands!"

"You destroyed Xiaoxue's entire life!"

A mocking smile curled at Wang Tianhua's lips. Every word struck straight at the heart as he put on his own performance of courting death.

Obviously, he was doing it on purpose.

Having fallen into Long Jiuyuan's hands today, Wang Tianhua knew full well that he had no chance of survival. Unwilling to be repeatedly tortured by Long Jiuyuan, all he wanted was to die.

Wang Tianhua showed no fear in the face of death. He remembered that when he had first awakened the system and transmigrated into this world, the system had told him that if he died in this Novel World, his soul would return to the real world.

In the real world, he had been nothing more than an ordinary, unaccomplished loser with no redeeming qualities.

Though he was immensely unwilling, Wang Tianhua knew it was time for him to leave this urban world pieced together from all sorts of power-fantasy novels.

"Seeking death!"

Without a doubt, Wang Tianhua's words instantly dealt ten thousand points of critical damage to His Highness the Dragon King's heart!

His already fractured state of mind shattered once more, and even his heart began to throb with inexplicable pain.

His rage soared to the heavens. Like a lion utterly provoked, an incomparably terrifying aura erupted from his entire body.

His eyes locked tightly