Grandmaster became a sultry beauty, and Liu Erlong burned with jealousy: Why is his figure better than mine!

It silently proclaimed that the destructive power of this farce called "Tang Sanniang" had surpassed even the limits of what a god could endure.

"He... he coughed up blood?" Ning Rongrong's voice was dry, and the finger she pointed at the Sky Screen trembled slightly.

"Divine blood," Bibi Dong said quietly. She reclined lazily against her chair, but an unprecedented pleasure surged deep within her eyes. "It seems even a lofty God King can suffer humiliation beyond his endurance."

Bibi Dong even felt that all her previous revelations and reprisals against Yu Xiaogang had been far too... gentle.

The Sky Screen truly understood how to strike at the heart.

The Shrek group exchanged looks. Every trace of amusement had vanished from their faces, replaced by an indescribably complicated emotion.

They looked at Tang San in the viewing seats, his face white as paper and his entire body trembling, then at the God King Tang San on the Sky Screen, coughing up blood in utter disgrace.

At that moment, the two figures overlapped.

They were the same person, and they would suffer the same humiliation.

Dai Mubai sighed and patted Tang San's shoulder, but he had no idea what to say to comfort him.

What could he say? That the pink Clear Sky Hammer was actually... rather distinctive? Or that forging iron for one's husband for a lifetime was a kind of romance?

He could not bring himself to say it.

Before such an absurd scene, any words seemed pale and powerless.

Tang San did not respond. He merely stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, his eyes more densely bloodshot than ever. He felt as though that pink hammer were smashing his soul to pieces, blow by blow.

Just as an eerie silence settled over the viewing area, the images on