Hearing Xiao Wu's cold shout, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun shuddered, their hearts filling with even greater fear.
Death was already a terrifying thing.
Who wouldn't be afraid if their soul would still be tortured for endless ages after death?
With a thud, Zhao Wuji also dropped to his knees.
Tang San was completely stunned by the sight.
Even Zhao Wuji had knelt. Now, he was the only one left standing there alone.
Zhao Wuji said, "Ao Tian, for the sake of the time you studied at Shrek Academy, and for the sake of my having once been your teacher, I beg you to give them a quick death. If you want to torture someone, torture me. Torture me however you want."
"Teacher..." Tang San was dumbfounded.
He had thought Zhao Wuji had knelt to beg for mercy for himself as well. He had not expected it to be for the sake of the others.
"Hmph!" Bibi Dong snorted coldly and struck out with her jade-like hand.
Bang~
Without even making a sound, Zhao Wuji exploded. Blood splattered all over Tang San and the other three.
Ma Hongjun's face was covered in crimson blood. His expression was filled with terror as he screamed continuously.
"Ahhh... Don't kill me..."
Tang San's hair stood on end in fury. His body trembled violently as he roared, "You heartless executioners! Even if I become a ghost, I, Tang San, will never let you go!"
"Hehe, you won't even have the chance to become a ghost. This day next year will be your death anniversary," Xiao Wu said.
"Brother Tian, do it. Let them experience the agony of having their souls burned," Ning Rongrong said.
"Wait." Xiao Wu called out, an eerie smile appearing on her face.
"What is it?" Ning Rongrong asked.
Xiao