Tang San's Arrogance

Next, Wang Feng lifted the blanket and attended to the three women beneath it.

Xiao Wu truly deserved her title of peerless legs, Zhu Zhuqing deserved her title of peerless chest, and Ning Rongrong likewise deserved her title of peerless waist. Wang Feng was deeply immersed in the wondrous beauty of the three women's titles.

Meanwhile, outside the imperial capital of the Spirit Hall Empire, a man dressed in blood-red robes and holding a strange weapon walked step by step toward the imperial capital.

That man was Tang San.

Tang San had already advanced to the rank of a Second-Level God, the God of Slaughter.

Furthermore, he had mastered the Tang Sect Secret Techniques, and he had successfully forged the Tang Sect's strongest Hidden Weapons. Whether they were hand-operated or mechanical Hidden Weapons, he had prepared them all thoroughly.

He had come to seek revenge against Bibi Dong and the Spirit Hall Empire. He intended to kill his way into the imperial capital.

He was overflowing with confidence.

When he reached the city gates, Tang San stopped. Looking at the imperial capital of the Spirit Hall Empire, he recalled that his father's death, his teacher's death, and Xiao Wu's death had all been connected to the Spirit Hall Empire. His gaze grew increasingly vicious, and the killing intent around him became ever denser.

As a result, the citizens throughout the imperial capital suddenly shivered.

The moment Tang San arrived outside the capital, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and Hu Liena, who had already become gods, discovered him within the imperial palace.

"Hmph, Tang San, today I'll make sure you never return," Bibi Dong sneered.

The last time Tang San had escaped had only been because of her momentary carelessness. Now that Tang San dared to come alone to the imperial capital