My Cruelty Is Not Even One Ten-Thousandth of Yours!

Confusion, shock, disbelief, anger, hatred, killing intent... all kinds of complicated emotions flashed through Xu Tianyuan's eyes. In that instant, countless doubts arose in him, yet it was as if he had also understood many things.

In the end, his vision sank completely into darkness.

The Third Prince dug out Xu Tianyuan's heart with his left hand, then flicked his right hand and hurled Xu Tianyuan's corpse toward the Death God Messenger.

The Death God Messenger caught Xu Tianyuan's corpse and said with a laugh, "Jie jie jie, the corpse of a rank 94 Titled Douluo. With some proper nurturing, it'll soon be raised to the strength of a Super Douluo. Perfect for filling out my zombie army."

For such a precious expert corpse, the Death God Messenger would never directly drain its blood essence and kill the goose that laid the golden eggs.

Eunuch Gao, off to the side, was not idle either. He raised his hand and grabbed toward the head of Xu Tianyuan's corpse, then pulled out Xu Tianyuan's soul before it had yet dispersed.

Xu Tianyuan's soul showed an expression of rage. His mouth opened and closed as if he had said something, and it was probably an extremely ugly curse.

But without becoming a ghost, his soul power was limited, and he could not even truly make a sound.

Eunuch Gao held Xu Tianyuan's soul in his hand and said with a strange laugh, "From now on, you'll be called Little Yuanzi. Keep me company. Don't worry, you won't lack benefits."

Then Eunuch Gao stuffed Xu Tianyuan's soul into the Blood Slaughter Orb.

The quality of the Blood Slaughter Orb had also reached its limit. If it wanted to improve further, it needed to borrow external force to be reforged.

The method Huo Yuhao had