Dragon Tiger Twin Blades

Wu Song felt a stabbing pain in his limbs and knew he had fallen victim to an evil art.

He hurriedly circulated the divine gang energy within him, shrouding himself in a layer of gang qi that wore away the strange sensation and protected his entire body.

Then, with a roar, he charged in and smashed the black shadow to death with a single punch.

Looking down, he saw that the one lying on the skinning bench was himself.

"How could such tricks fool your grandpa?" Wu Song struck again, smashing the Wu Song on the skinning bench to death, then shattered everything in the room.

He then crashed through the wall and charged into the next room.

Along the way, he encountered himself being skinned alive, himself being bled dry.

Yet he remained unmoved, fighting and killing his way forward, smashing everything before his eyes to pieces.

After he knew not how long he had fought through, nor how many versions of himself he had killed, the space before him suddenly opened up, and he found himself once more in the central hall of the tavern.

Under the blood-red lantern light, a bewitching figure sat on a stool.

The sharp knife in her hand would occasionally slice a piece of flesh from the two people kneeling before her.

That person was Sun Erniang, while the two kneeling there were the escorts who had been transporting Wu Song.

The two knelt on the ground, their eyes feverish and their faces fawning as they gazed at Sun Erniang. Each time she ate a piece of their flesh, they were delighted beyond measure.

"You really are a hard-hearted man, killing yourself without even blinking an eye. What a pity you don't have any karmic sin on you." Sun Erniang looked at Wu