In the stands, everyone stared, dumbfounded.
Flender gaped, his eyes wide, and looked at Zhao Wuji beside him. "Xiaogang, has he gone mad?"
Zhao Wuji was equally incredulous, his voice shaky. "What... what is he doing?"
Liu Erlong sat with her legs crossed, staring at Yu Xiaogang. The shock on her face finally gave way to relief. "Xiaogang, you've finally come to your senses! Bibi Dong is a bitch. Hit her-good!"
Tang San sat in his seat and shook his head.
He was glad he had left Yu Xiaogang two years ago and gone to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Bibi Dong lay on the ground, the pain in her face nothing compared to the humiliation in her heart.
Yu Xiaogang slapped her face like a madman, his expression excited and full of enjoyment.
She had never imagined Yu Xiaogang was a domestic abuser too. He had simply lacked the strength to show it before.
This man was even more disgusting than Qian Xunji.
At least Qian Xunji had acted openly. Yet Yu Xiaogang, the man she had once thought pure and harmless, was now using the filthiest means to trample her at her lowest, just to curry favor with Qian Renxue.
"Aah!!"
Bibi Dong roared, and her body began to burn as she sacrificed everything to the Rakshasa God.
Purple-black flames erupted from her body.
"Yu Xiaogang! You useless trash! Die!"
She became a pillar of purple-black light and hurtled toward Yu Xiaogang.
"Haven't you been crippled?" Yu Xiaogang was scared witless, but he did not simply wait to die. Almost instinctively, he released his Martial Soul.
"Luo Sanpao!"
A round little beast bounced out, opened its mouth, and spat a cloud of smoke at the pillar of purple-black light.
Before that pillar of purple-black light, the smoke