Watching Tang San and Dai Mubai slash away their manhood without hesitation, Yu Xiaogang was so consumed by regret that his guts nearly turned green.
If he had known this unreasonable God of Love liked that sort of thing, why had he hesitated?
He had hesitated, only for the God of Love to cut the thing off by force anyway. He had taken a blade for nothing, suffered inhuman torment, and failed even to earn a chance at the God Trial.
If he had acted decisively from the start and swung the blade himself, he would now have qualified for the God of Love's trial as a matter of course.
Instead, he had gained nothing. He was a ruined man and a laughingstock, and he regretted it bitterly.
Yu Xiaogang soon pulled himself together, however, and fixed his eyes on Tang San inside the pillar of light.
He could only stake every last hope on this direct disciple of his.
If Tang San passed the trial and became the God of Love, surely he would not abandon the teacher to whom he owed so much.
As the teacher of a god, Yu Xiaogang would still be able to walk sideways across Douluo Continent!
A complicated look flashed through Bibi Dong's purple eyes as she watched.
She had never imagined this so-called inheritance trial of the God of Love would be so bloody and cruel, or so steeped in perverse amusement.
Its torment of mind and body was hardly any easier than the Rakshasa God Trial she was undergoing.
But alarm bells rang in Bibi Dong's heart, and her brows drew tight.
Now that the farce was over, why had this eerie God of Love not sent her back?
She still needed to return for the Rakshasa God Trial. Once she