"Yiran, listen to me explain! It's not what you think!" Tang San roared, breaking free from the residents holding him back and charging toward Meng Yiran without regard for anything else.
He moved quickly, his eyes filled with urgency and panic.
He had to catch up with Meng Yiran. He had to explain everything to her clearly. Otherwise, he would lose her completely.
But just as he was about to rush out of the crowd, a tall, heavily built Soul Grandmaster with a face full of flesh suddenly stepped forward and viciously kicked him in the chest.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Tang San flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the ground and coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it! You lunatic still dare to run around?" The Soul Grandmaster spat and cursed.
"You dirtied my shoes, and you still want to go looking for someone? Get the hell away from me!"
Clutching his agonizing chest, Tang San struggled to get up. His gaze remained fixed on the direction Meng Yiran had left, but her figure was already growing more distant, soon vanishing around the street corner.
"Yiran! Meng Yiran!" Tang San cried out heartbreakingly, his voice filled with despair and regret.
His cries rang clearly throughout the entire street.
The surrounding residents were briefly stunned before erupting into even louder laughter.
"Hahaha! So her name is Meng Yiran? This brat just said Xiao Wu was his wife, and now he's calling out another woman's name. What an absolute scumbag!"
"I even thought he was a little pitiful just now. Looking at it now, he totally deserves it!"
"Two-timing, and he even wanted to steal the Holy Son's soul ring companion. Someone like him deserves a harsh lesson!"
"Human trash! Worthless bastard!"
Filthy