At that moment, everyone wanted Tang San dead!
To Xue Beng, Tang San could no longer be an asset. He would only be a stain on his name.
Tang San had to die!
Xue Beng wanted Tang San dead more resolutely than anyone else!
Once Tang San implicated him, Xue Beng would bear the infamy of plotting against his own uncle-and that uncle had personally helped him ascend the throne.
If you could plot against even someone like that!
Who else would be willing to serve you with unwavering devotion!
Yu Xiaogang had already fainted, but Flender and Liu Erlong were still conscious. Looking at Tang San now, they too wished he would die immediately.
Everyone who came out of Shrek held extreme double standards.
Had Tang San merely plotted against outsiders and hunted some Spirit Beasts, Flender and Liu Erlong might still have pleaded for him with feigned concern.
But Tang San had plotted against their own people. Even Flender could not tolerate a scourge like him.
Zhao Wuji!
He and Flender had been old brothers for many years!
Seeing Zhao Wuji's vengeful spirit now, Flender wanted to eat Tang San's flesh, drink his blood, and tear out his bones to burn as firewood.
As for the other competing teams and the spectators watching the tournament, they had not the slightest tolerance for a Fallen Spirit Master like Tang San, who increased his strength through slaughter.
Even setting aside all those high-sounding words, their own interests demanded that Tang San die.
Who knew whether someone like Tang San might one day come to kill them!
That was the most practical consideration.
Tang San rasped out guttural cries. Hearing everyone clamoring for his death, his heart brimmed with hatred, venom, and fury. His eyes fixed on Lu Chen as he