"What's wrong?" Song Qingshu hurriedly asked when he noticed Tianshan Tonglao's unusual behavior.
Tianshan Tonglao's face had gone pale. Without answering him, she shoved him aside and staggered toward Daoist Buping.
Daoist Buping had already had his acupoints sealed. Seeing her run toward him, he was utterly baffled. Still, he had accepted his fate by now. Since his skills were inferior, whether they killed or tortured him was entirely up to them.
Tianshan Tonglao crouched beside him. Under his puzzled gaze, she drew a knife and slit his throat in one stroke, then bent down and began drinking from the blood that gushed forth.
"Ah—" Daoist Buping let out a miserable scream. He had never expected things to develop this way. Though a slit throat had already doomed him, he could originally have lingered on for a while longer. Instead, Tianshan Tonglao's actions frightened the last breath out of him.
Song Qingshu was equally dumbfounded. What was this? A real-life vampire?
As for the remaining island and cave masters, every one of them was scared out of their wits. Sure enough, after Tianshan Tonglao finished draining Daoist Buping, perhaps finding that his blood had lost its vitality, she moved on to another island master and did the same thing.
Screams rang out one after another. The few island masters she had not yet drained had once been figures who dominated their own regions, but now they either soiled themselves in terror or fainted outright.
Smelling the stench in the air, Tianshan Tonglao frowned. "You're ruining my appetite." The moment she finished speaking, several hidden weapons shot toward those men.
"Enough!" Song Qingshu flicked his finger, knocking down the hidden weapons. He stepped forward and pulled Tianshan Tonglao away. Before he could even reprimand her, she shook him off and sat