An entire night of inhuman torment had plunged Yu Xiaogang's mind into complete chaos. For a time, he could not even tell heaven from earth.
When the first ray of morning sunlight the next day shone through the window onto his stiff, bloodless old face, Yu Xiaogang suddenly shuddered like a walking corpse and awoke from his dazed stupor.
But what followed was excruciating pain throughout his body, as if every bone had been crushed inch by inch.
Certain unspeakable parts hurt so badly that cold sweat poured down his face.
Yu Xiaogang trembled as he turned his stiff neck, his gaze inevitably falling upon the corpse beside him—now completely cold, with a gaping hole torn through its chest.
Looking at Liu Erlong's miserable state, her eyes still wide in death, and recalling the monstrous humiliation he had suffered like a dog the night before, Yu Xiaogang finally could no longer bear the anguish and grievance in his heart. Covering his face with both hands, he burst into undignified, wailing sobs.
"Wuwuwu... Damn it! Damn it all!"
"Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun! You three damned bastards!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot. Panting heavily, he growled through gritted teeth, "I, Yu Xiaogang, swear that I will destroy you at any cost! Destroy your filthy, smoke-filled Star Luo Empire!"
After venting his impotent rage, Yu Xiaogang fiercely wiped away the dried tears and unidentified filth from his face. Enduring the discomfort in his body, he hurriedly dug out a brand-new set of clothes from his storage Soul Tool and clumsily put them on.
Once he had calmed down, Master Yu's mind began racing at high speed.
Given the current situation, there was clearly no place for him in the Star Luo Empire anymore.
Since those three traitorous disciples had completely torn off