His furious roar rang out without restraint, clear in everyone's ears.
The Shrek Seven Devils around them, along with the sect leaders of the various great sects, couldn't help shuddering.
They had never seen Tang San so completely lose control, so plainly murderous.
The Sea God's heir had always been humble and courteous, a master strategist.
But now, the young man whose face had twisted for the sake of "righteousness" made them feel a bone-deep sense of estrangement.
Only now did Ning Rongrong come to her senses.
She looked at Tang San's murderous expression, and her heart gave a sudden jolt.
That was her Sword Grandpa.
The Sword Grandpa who had cherished her in the palm of his hand since she was little.
Although she had spoken up to persuade him just now, and thought Sword Grandpa ought to sacrifice himself for the greater good, she had never imagined that Third Brother would want to kill him.
"Third Brother—"
Ning Rongrong found courage from somewhere and stumbled in front of Tang San, reaching out to grab his sleeve.
Her swollen, red eyes were full of fear and pleading.
"Third Brother, don't be like this."
"Grandpa Sword just can't see reason right now. He didn't mean to betray us."
"He even lost an arm fighting for the sect and helping us resist Spirit Hall."
"He's guarded Jialing Pass for so long. Even if he hasn't earned merit, he's certainly done his share!"
"Don't kill him—please, don't kill him—"
Ning Rongrong's voice broke with sobs. She was truly afraid.
Afraid Tang San would really chase after him and kill that old man, who had only just regrown his severed arm, with those terrifying Hidden Weapons or some god-level technique.
Tang San lowered his head and looked at Ning Rongrong, who clung to