Du Ge turned around and blocked the sword for Wang San.
But Wang San no longer needed his help. With a howl, he pounced on the man he had stabbed to death, swung his short blade, and cleanly chopped off the man's head. Hugging the bloody head, he asked with deep affection, "Who was it? Who hurt you? Why? No, no one but me can hurt you... Damn it, you can only die by my hand..."
With that said.
He tossed aside the head in his hand and lunged at another Second Generation Disciple afflicted by Fear of the Delicate.
That disciple was already consumed by fear. When he saw Wang San pounce, his guts trembled, and by the time he thrust out his longsword, he had already lost his bearings.
The short blade and longsword collided.
With a clang, his longsword was knocked flying.
The next moment, Wang San's short blade had already pierced his chest. Looking utterly deranged, he said, "Give me your heart. Let me see your heart. Let me see whether I'm inside it..."
No one was willing to be a support forever.
Wang San was no exception. Feng Zhong's Keyword was leveling up too quickly, biting at his heels. Who knew when he might overtake him? Wang San had to speed up his own leveling and maintain his lead.
Using words alone was too slow. He had to demonstrate his twisted love and pathological obsession through action...
A moment later.
A beating heart fell into Wang San's palm. Gazing at the heart in his hand, he giggled foolishly with infatuation. "Darling, your heart is warm. I knew it. I really am inside your heart..."
Wang San's sudden outburst terrified all the disciples afflicted by Fear of the Delicate.
Originally.
They had already been forcing themselves