At Sister Xiao Wu's cold shout, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun all shuddered, fear gripping their hearts even tighter.
Death was already a terrifying thing.
And after death, their souls would be tortured for endless years. Who wouldn't be afraid?
With a thud, Zhao Wuji also knelt.
Tang San stared at the scene, completely dumbfounded.
Even Zhao Wuji had knelt. Now he was the only one left standing there, utterly alone.
Zhao Wuji said, "Ao Tian, for the sake of the time you once studied at Shrek Academy, and for the sake of the fact that I was once your teacher, I beg you to give them a quick end. If you want to torture someone, torture me. Do whatever you want to me."
"Teacher..." Tang San was stunned.
He had thought Zhao Wuji had knelt to beg for mercy for himself too. He had never expected it to be for the few of them.
"Hmph!" Bibi Dong let out a cold snort and struck out with her jade-like hand.
Bang—
Zhao Wuji did not even make a sound before his entire body exploded, blood splashing all over Tang San and the other three.
Ma Hongjun's face was covered in scarlet blood. Terror filled his expression as he kept screaming.
"Ahhh... Don't kill me..."
Tang San flew into a rage, his body trembling nonstop as he roared, "You inhuman executioners! Even if I, Tang San, become a ghost, I won't let you off!"
"Hehe. You won't even have the chance to become a ghost. This day next year will be your death anniversary," Sister Xiao Wu said.
"Brother Tian, do it. Let them experience the agony of their souls being burned," Ning Rongrong said.
"Wait." Sister Xiao Wu called out, an eerie smile appearing on her face.
"What is