Seeing Tang San driven to a mental breakdown by his antics, he dismissed the surrounding NPCs as well. At least his goal had been achieved.
Tang San lay sprawled on the ground, his expression utterly broken, pupils unfocused, drenched in sweat from head to toe, with copious white fluid covering his body.
Seeing that the other man was no longer conscious, he turned and left. No, the scene just now had been far too eye-searing. He felt like he was about to get styes.
He definitely needed to wash his eyes. Those Three Rogues of the Brothel had countless tricks and all sorts of props on them. Even Chen Ming had been left in awe.
Even he only dared to play with his wives' feet, yet those guys had so many tricks. Armpits, nostrils, ears—anything could be used. All he could say was that the world was vast and full of wonders.
That was precisely why he needed to wash his eyes. And so...
Inside the Castle of Destruction in the God Realm Circle, Chen Ming gripped Tang Wutong's wrist as they played tug-of-war. Naturally, he held back. With his current stats, if he actually used force, he could have torn both her arms off.
Of course, since he was her master, Tang Wutong held back too... As for how she held back, there was no need for anyone to know. Those who understood, understood.
The tug-of-war was exceptionally intense. The massive rope in the middle kept shifting back and forth under their struggle, signaling the fierceness of the contest.
As everyone knew, battles between god-level powerhouses lasted a long time. If they truly wanted to decide a victor, they could fight for days.
But considering this was a tug-of-war match, an entertainment contest rather than a fight to the