Beibei chuckled and immediately ran over to that Tianshan Snow Lotus, scratching her head with a cute, dazed look, simply not daring to reach out and take it.
Right at that moment!
The young Heavenly Lord let out one shrill wail after another, a sound that made people's hair stand on end, their complexions turn ashen, and cold sweat well up in droplets across their faces.
Watching chunks of flesh being sliced from his own body, that sensation was truly a fate worse than death.
The crowd had not seen wrong; it was literally flesh being shaved off his body piece by piece!
That spine-chilling figure appeared before everyone's eyes.
How could Ling Yun, who had been in private room 303 all along, not know that the young Heavenly Lord harbor malicious intentions and actually wanted to seize Beibei as a hostage?
He had just been waiting for the young Heavenly Lord to make a move!
At this point, the crowd had zero doubts left. That really was the strongest man—the Ancient Underworld King.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was already stained red with blood!
The young Heavenly Lord was now utterly and completely in despair, lacking the strength to wail anymore. His gaze toward Ling Yun was filled with a thick, heavy terror, alongside a fair share of remorse.
He regretted why he had not made a move sooner; acting earlier would have allowed him to capture this little princess as a hostage, sparing him from suffering such excruciating torture now.
The little one could not keep up with Ling Yun's speed, but there was still the Cold Fairy in the private room. The latter scooped her up and hurried over to the side of the Demon Moon Empress.
Shivering, Beibei ran straight to hug Ling