"I... I want it!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze scattered and filled with viciousness and madness. He forced out three words in broken intervals, while Chen Ming'er shouted loudly:
"Say what you want! What do you want?!"
Hearing this question that struck deep into his soul, Tang San remained delirious. He probably did not even know who he was anymore.
Feeling the figure in the distance charging at him again with the Clear Sky Hammer in hand, he immediately shouted:
"I want Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo!"
"What? Louder! There's no strength in it at all, do it again!"
Chen Ming'er angrily berated him for lacking force and made him repeat it. Tang San immediately screamed with all his heart:
"I WANT TEN-YEAR SOLITARY BAMBOO!!!"
As soon as his words fell, the massive Clear Sky Hammer crashed down again and smashed him into a meat patty. Tang Hao wiped his sweat and muttered.
"I still haven't figured out how that guy revives... Should I boil him? Maybe I can feed him to Ah Yin and see if it works."
He quickly thought of turning him into a nourishing medicinal stew for Ah Yin. Then, he locked onto his target again and charged over. As for Chen Ming'er's side—
"Wretch, time to eat a soul ring!"
Holding a soul ring, he walked up to Tang San. A yearning flashed through Tang San's eyes as he stumbled over, staring fixedly at the soul ring in Chen Ming'er's hand.
A two-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider soul ring came into view. Tang San immediately took a step back, his face full of disgust.
"Huh? I don't want it!"
He directly shook his head in refusal, his face full of resistance. Yet the image of Yu Xiaogang and the others beating him with Ten-Year Solitary