Luo San's face was covered in blood, but his eyes alone remained clear.
He spat out a mouthful of old blood, gnashing his teeth in hatred.
"Your mother—"
Shen Tang stopped mid-step and sighed. "No matter how a fight ends, someone always has to greet the other person's family—especially the one who suffered through ten months of pregnancy. Giving birth is hard enough. When her child gets into a fight outside, whether he wins or loses, she still gets cursed."
Wei Cheng's soul fire flared sharply, leaping more than halfway higher.
He clamped one hand around Luo San's crown and lifted him as if he were grabbing a toy from a claw machine. "Robert, do you really want to die?"
Only the victor had the right to possess a household register.
The loser's household register would all be offered to Heaven.
Luo San let out a cold laugh. An extremely foul, bloody aura shot toward Wei Cheng's face like a cannonball leaving the barrel. The Martial Armor on his back crackled explosively, and countless vines expanded wildly with his body as their mother. When the smoke and dust cleared, how could Luo San's figure still be there?
All that remained was a towering vine completely out of control.
Countless vines gathered into waves, surging densely toward the same target. Wei Cheng had taken the ambush at close range. He himself was fine, but the army of Corpse Man Vines reminded him of some unpleasant memories. No matter how he dodged, the vines could wrap around him precisely from any angle, showing every sign of fighting to the death.
Wei Cheng: "..."
Seen from above, it looked as though a small mountain-sized tumor had grown from the ground. The tumor crazily drew flesh and blood as well as Heaven and Earth