Not only the God of Destruction, but Tang San too had been pressed flat against the ground by Ye Qing's aura, able only to watch helplessly as Ye Qing killed the Shrek Seven Devils one by one.
And in keeping with Ye Qing's usual twisted sense of humor, after he slapped Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing to pieces, he naturally took the opportunity to give Tang San a thorough shower. Who knew whether the sight of bathing in his companions' blood would make Tang San erupt with power on the spot?
But that was hardly likely.
Ye Qing had sent Wu Taijun into the second dimension, and hadn't Tang San, in the throes of Tang Syndrome, still been slapped to the ground by Ye Qing, unable even to get up?
Compared with Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai and the others were entirely dispensable. It would be a miracle if Tang San erupted with power over them.
At that thought, Ye Qing lost interest in using the Shrek Seven Devils to have some fun with Tang San. Still, while there was no more fun to be had with Tang San, there was some to be found elsewhere!
Ye Qing looked behind Oscar. His already horrifying smile grew a few shades more savage, making Ning Rongrong feel fear for the first time in ages. The little princess's face turned deathly pale from the fright Ye Qing gave her, and the little pearls in her eyes were on the verge of falling.
"Y-you... what are you going to do?!" Oscar swallowed, forcing himself to stand between Ye Qing's gaze and Ning Rongrong.
"I'm warning you, if you harm a single hair on Rongrong's head, I'll tear a chunk of flesh off you even if I die!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Ye Qing grinned and