"Xiao Wu! Do you really have to kill me?"
"Do you know how much my heart hurts?"
Watching Xiao Wu wield the demon scythe in a frenzied assault, Tang San was in unbearable agony. His voice was mournful as he kept calling out, trying to make Xiao Wu stop.
"Then do you know how much it hurt when you killed my mother?"
Xiao Wu gritted her teeth and did not waste words on Tang San. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand grew increasingly natural to wield. In particular, when paired with her close-combat soft-bone spirit skills, its killing power surged.
Moreover, Xiao Wu spared no divine power as she frantically activated Teleportation.
Xiao Wu was simply a terrifying Grim Reaper wielding a scythe. One bizarre yet gorgeous arc of death after another swept forth. Even with Tang San activating the Extreme Demon Eye and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he found it harder and harder to hold out.
Pfft!
Another dull sound rang out as the demon scythe pierced flesh.
Tang San let out a muffled groan. A row of ribs was directly severed by the demon scythe.
"Xiao Wu!"
Another bloody tear flowed from Tang San's eye, but his affectionate, grief-stricken voice only earned him an even colder, fiercer scythe blade.
"Watch out!"
Sword Douluo truly could not stand it any longer. At this rate, Tang San would be hacked to death alive.
Sword Douluo swung the Seven Kill Sword in his hand and slashed it at the demon scythe, intending to bring Tang San back directly.
"Get lost!"
Little Jiu's face darkened. He was enjoying the show—how could he tolerate someone interrupting? He directly hurled a Spirit Ring Spirit at Sword Douluo, turning his nine rings into eight.
Then he kicked Sword Douluo in the face. With a