Xiao Wu! Can You Give Me a Quick Death?

Xiao Wu closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, casually picked up a fist-sized dark red stone from the ground, and smashed it viciously toward Tang San's head!

Bang!

A dull thud rang out.

Tang San only felt a sharp pain in his forehead as he waited for death to come.

But two seconds passed. Other than a huge lump swelling on his head, he felt no sign of death approaching.

Xiao Wu had no Soul Power left. She was merely an ordinary maid.

Meanwhile, Tang San's mutated thick skin, toughened by years of soaking in blood, was even tougher than rhinoceros hide.

To Xiao Wu, smashing him with a rock was practically like scratching an itch.

"Third Brother... hurry up and die... sob..."

Xiao Wu was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. Afraid that Ye Yuan would stop her, she could only raise the stone and frantically hammer Tang San's head with it!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

What had originally been a scene of tragic farewell instantly turned into one-sided domestic violence.

Tang San was beaten until stars danced before his eyes, his head split and bleeding.

Though it was not fatal, the solid blows from the blunt weapon made his head buzz. Even the emotions he had painstakingly worked up moments ago were smashed to pieces.

"Gurgle... Xiao Wu... stop... it hurts..."

Tang San was beaten senseless, letting out a series of muffled squeals like a slaughtered pig.

He opened his red, walnut-swollen eyes and stared blankly at Xiao Wu, who was crying while relentlessly smashing his head. He was completely dumbfounded.

Wasn't this supposed to be a release?

This was fucking slow torture!

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo, watching from the shore, exchanged glances. Bo Saixi's eyelids twitched as she watched.

"Enough."

Just as Tang