"Gangzi, your end has come! Since we were once master and disciple, I'll let you say your last words!" Tang San wore a savage smile, the Asura Demon Sword in his hand pointed at Gangzi's brow, his eyes full of contempt.
Gangzi struggled to his feet. After a long hesitation, his expression gradually softened, and he reached out with a look of sincerity. "Xiao San, I'm your teacher!"
Tang San froze for a moment. Then his handsome, refined face grew even more vicious. "You even called me 'Xiao San' just to beg for mercy. Gangzi, you have no backbone. I despise you! If those are all your last words, you can go to hell and join the old man you got killed!"
Am I, the great Master, really going to die here today? Gangzi's legs trembled, and despair even began to creep into his heart.
"Xiaogang..." Bibi Cannon's voice called out.
Gangzi looked at Bibi Cannon as though clutching at a drowning man's last straw. "Dong'er, you must have a way to save me, right? Help me!"
Gangzi did not shout aloud. Bibi Dong had possessed him before moving into Luo Sanpao, so he and Bibi Cannon could communicate telepathically.
"Xiaogang..." The tiny remnant of awareness within Bibi Cannon seemed to have made up her mind. Through their mental link, she told Gangzi, "Xiaogang, there's still a little Evil Soul Master power left in my soul. If I release all of it, I can briefly unleash a god-level strike! Killing Tang San would be best, but even if it doesn't kill him, we can use our Martial Soul Fusion Skill to escape!"
"But... the price is... the last wisp of my own consciousness in my soul will disappear. If you can become the Rakshasa God in the future, perhaps you'll