The Rakshasa Demon Scythe pierced straight through Tang San's body. Its massive blade passed through him, divine blood dripping onto the ground. The sight was exceptionally gruesome!
"What?"
At that moment, Ning Fengzhi froze, staring at the scene in disbelief. He had never imagined that Xiao Wu would actually strike.
Ma Hong Jun and Oscar's eyes widened. The world felt unreal. That scythe strike from Xiao Wu had truly pierced their hearts. Even from so far away, they could feel the chill, the pain, the heartbreak!
Ning Rongrong covered her red lips and cried out. She had never imagined that one day, Xiao Wu would make a move to kill Tang San!
Little Jiu was equally stunned, unable to react for a moment. Had love turned into hatred?
Meanwhile, on Spirit City's side, Qian Renxue and Huo Wu clenched their fists and shouted, "Well done!"
A trace of approval flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes. It was time to act.
Er Ming excitedly pounded his chest and roared repeatedly, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
Big White bared its fangs, looking as though Xiao Wu would chop Tang San down and it would come over to gnaw on the meat.
Da Ming roared the loudest, "Xiao Wu, kill him! Avenge Aunt Rou!"
The corner of Bibi Dong's lips curved into a smile. Not bad. Reviving Ah Rou had not been a waste of effort. This was precisely the outcome she most wanted to see.
Nothing was more satisfying than seeing Xiao Wu kill Tang San!
Tang San stared disbelievingly at the Rakshasa Demon Scythe embedded in his heart. His entire world seemed dyed blood-red. Bloody tears streamed from his eyes, and his voice was hoarse, his teeth chattering.
At this moment, his heart seemed to have fallen into hell, freezing him