Watching the blood bloom into a different kind of fireworks in the air (manual dog-head), everyone present was stunned.
In their eyes, Wang Xuan could no longer be described as merely cruel, bloodthirsty, brutal, or capricious. He was simply a lunatic, a psychopath.
One second, he could still be praising you and expressing his fondness for you. The next, he might smile regretfully as he chopped your head off with a single stroke.
With such a person, you could never figure out what mood he was in. Every second in front of someone like that was torture.
"I still like Yang Song quite a lot." Wang Xuan turned to the people beside him and said, "Take some men and send Yang Song's entire family to their deaths, so Yang Song won't be lonely after he dies."
"Yes, sir." One of the personal guards acknowledged him, then pointed at Yang Bai, who was sprawled on the ground and kept inching toward the corner. "This is Yang Song's younger brother. What should we do with him?"
The moment Yang Bai heard that, he suddenly screamed and sprang up from the ground before turning to run. There was no chance he could actually escape, but Yang Bai's spirit had completely collapsed by this point, and he had lost all reason.
"Send Yang Bai's entire family down too. I heard Yang Song treated this younger brother of his very well. Separating the two brothers would be far too cruel." Wang Xuan drew the long saber hanging from his guard's waist and flung it over, nailing Yang Bai directly to the ground. After struggling twice, he breathed his last.
Wang Xuan beckoned, and the saber that had killed Yang Bai flew back. He caught it in his hand, raised it, and pointed it at the