In just three breaths.
Two living, burly men were sucked into skin-and-bone corpses like balls leaking air.
Tang San pulled out the demon vines and twisted his neck in satisfaction.
The taste of fresh blood sent every demonized cell in his body cheering with delight.
He raised his thick demonic leg and shattered the Zhao family's heavy gates with a kick.
Wood splinters flew everywhere.
The tremendous noise instantly woke the entire Zhao family estate.
"Who dares trespass on the Zhao Family?!"
The guest elder guard rushed out of the hall first, carrying a longsword.
Then Zhao Fugui, with clothes draped over him, hurried out into the courtyard surrounded by a group of servants.
When they saw the monster standing in the middle of the courtyard clearly, everyone sucked in a cold breath.
"You... you're that swindler from earlier today?!"
The sharp-eyed guest elder guard recognized the tattered blue robe Tang San had yet to change out of.
But no matter what, he could not connect the broken-legged beggar who had knelt and kowtowed for mercy that day with the monster radiating terrifying fiendish energy before him.
Tang San watched them coldly.
There was no anger in his eyes, only the greed and contempt with which he regarded food.
"I gave you a chance today."
"I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person."
"But all I received in return was your humiliation and vicious beating."
Tang San raised his right hand.
An enormous pitch-black hammer wreathed in dense blood energy slowly formed in his palm.
The Blood-Drinking Demon Hammer.
"Since you refuse to revere a god, become nourishment for a god's rise."
"Enough of your supernatural tricks! I broke your leg today, and now I'll cut off your head!"
The guest elder guard roared.
His Spirit Movement