Seeing Tang San's reaction, Bibi Dong's lips curled slightly into a mocking smile. "Tang San, your sister killed so many people. Nothing short of her death will quell the people's outrage! Get lost!"
As her words fell, the Long Whip in Bibi Dong's hand coiled around Tang San's body like a venomous snake.
With a forceful tug, she sent Tang San flying backward, and he slammed heavily into the ground.
"No!"
Tang San roared and struggled to get up, but a heart-piercing pain shot through his back. The moment he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Third Brother!"
At the sight, Tang Xuanwei let out a grief-stricken cry, her eyes filled with anxiety. But with her life hanging by a thread, she had no strength to rise.
She felt like a prisoner bound to a torture rack, waiting for someone to pass judgment on her.
"Tang Xuanwei, your sinful life ends here!"
"Frenzied Thunder Whip Technique: Ten Thousand Thunders Devour the Heart!"
The whip in Bibi Dong's hand lashed out abruptly. Crackling thunder instantly resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and a bolt as thick as an arm shot skyward before hurtling straight toward Tang Xuanwei.
"No, don't!"
Watching the lightning strike toward his sister, Tang San let out a desperate roar.
The lightning crashed down, bolt after bolt.
"Aaaah!!!"
A piercing scream rang out. With that scream, lightning struck Tang Xuanwei's body, blasting her into a cloud of bloody mist.
Tang Xuanwei dissolved into bloody mist, and Tang San's voice abruptly fell silent. Despair and hatred surfaced in his eyes.
Dead! Another person was dead!
His dearest daddy had been killed before his eyes!
Now his sister was dead too!
Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, thick hatred welling up in their depths.
"It seems rage