Holding Liang Zai by one hind leg in one hand, Ouyang walked step by step toward Leng Qingsong amid the corpses.
Looking at Leng Qingsong's savage face, streaming drool, and bloodshot eyes, Ouyang could not help feeling exasperated.
Was this all his little brother amounted to? A crazed Sword Spirit had taken over his body that easily?
Ouyang took a Recording Stone from his robes and first recorded Leng Qingsong's disgraceful state.
Once this was over, he would hold his second brother's head in place and make him take a good look at how stupid he looked right now!
Having taken the pictures, Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong with unhurried composure. Tilting his head, he said, "Ou Yezi, am I going to beat you out of there, or will you obediently get the hell out yourself?"
Leng Qingsong, whose body had already been seized, naturally noticed Ouyang too. By now, slaughter had consumed his mind.
With the resentment of having been sealed away for millions upon millions of years, the Sword Spirit wanted only to vent to his heart's content!
Countless blood-red strands of Sword Qi lunged at Ouyang like tentacles!
A suffocating aura of slaughter and a stench of blood thick enough to turn the stomach rushed at him.
Ouyang frowned. The True Qi within him poured into Liang Zai without reserve, and then he gave a light swing.
Amplified several hundredfold, the True Qi in Liang Zai's mouth became a crescent-shaped slash of True Qi that hurtled toward the blood-red Sword Qi filling the air.
Boom!
The blood-red Sword Qi and the enormous crescent slash of True Qi slammed into each other, immediately making the entire palace shake.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Drool dripped from Leng Qingsong's mouth as he roared the same word over and over. With a