"Brother! For my sake, can you please stop fighting Ninth Brother?"
Xiao Wu shook Tang San's arm, blinking her large eyes with a pleading expression.
If Tang San really attacked Spirit City this time, Xiao Wu felt she could no longer ask Little Jiu to spare Tang San. After all, Little Jiu had already revived her once.
Xiao Wu felt she no longer had the standing to beg Little Jiu. After all, favors were used up one at a time.
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, the blood-red light in Tang San's eyes deepened. Under the influence of the Rakshasa God's divine position, his determination to take revenge had only grown stronger.
Scene after scene of Tang Hao's kindness toward him surfaced in his mind.
Master had been both teacher and father to him, and even at death's door, he had done everything he could to protect him.
How could Tang San dare forget such things? They had all died miserably at Little Jiu's hands. How could Tang San possibly let it go? The Tang Sect's General Principles clearly stated:
The vengeance for one's father's murder could not be shared beneath the same heavens; the vengeance for one's teacher's murder was as irreconcilable as fire and water!
The Tang Sect believed in repaying blood with blood and tooth with tooth. Repaying grievances with kindness or laying down the butcher's knife simply did not exist.
Besides, Little Jiu had destroyed sects, oppressed empires, and defied the gods. Everyone had the right to kill him!
Tang San was carrying out Heaven's punishment on his behalf, acting in accordance with both divine justice and the will of the people.
"Xiao Wu, once this is over, I'll take you traveling across the continent. All right?"
Tang San drew a deep breath, steadied himself, and gave Xiao