Seeing Yu Xiaogang had initially put Bibi Dong in a reasonably good mood. If Tang San had known his place and kept his mouth shut, she might have spared his life.
But since the little brat refused to appreciate her leniency, she did not mind crushing an ant along the way!
Her gaze turned cold. With just a casual release of soul power, Bibi Dong blasted both the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around her and the kneeling Tang San dozens of meters away.
Tang San traced an arc through the air. As he crashed to the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Agonizing pain swept through his entire body, and at the same time, he could feel his life force rapidly draining away.
In truth, had Bibi Dong put just a little more force into that strike, she could have killed Tang San outright.
But she had chosen not to.
It was not a sudden burst of mercy. Rather, on a whim, she wanted to make this ungrateful little bastard experience the deepest despair.
The despair of approaching death, with no way out and no chance to resist, was a rare delicacy to Bibi Dong as she was now.
Watching his personal disciple, the boy he regarded as his hope, suffer such treatment, Yu Xiaogang burned with anxiety. He wanted to speak up and stop her, but Bibi Dong had already anticipated his reaction. She had suppressed his throat with her soul power in advance, leaving him unable to make a sound.
Bibi Dong walked toward Tang San at an unhurried pace, but to his ears, her footsteps sounded like a countdown to death.
Tang San's vision grew increasingly blurred. He wanted to struggle, to defeat the enemy before him and rescue Xiao Wu, but all he could