Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Tang San's cultivation soared at that moment, instantly breaking through the level-fifty barrier. Had outsiders seen this rate of advancement, their eyes would probably have popped out. The cultivation he gained in an instant equaled years of bitter training for others. How could that not make people green with envy?
Tang San now already counted as the Successor chosen by the Rakshasa God. Moreover, the Rakshasa God valued Tang San far more than Bibi Dong, not because of any difference in their cultivation talent, but because Tang San was even more evil than Bibi Dong, even more like a rakshasa from hell.
"Xu Ran, you forced me into this. You forced me into all of this!" Tang San's eyes were blood-red, his body exuded an endless evil presence, and his face had become utterly twisted.
"One day, I'll make you repay your blood debt in blood!"
"Not only will I kill you, I'll also enjoy your women. I want to see that look of despair on your face." Tang San spoke wickedly. Xu Ran had completely shattered his mental state.
Once he was strong enough to trample Xu Ran beneath his feet, he would go after the women around Xu Ran.
Didn't Xu Ran care so much about them? When the time came, he would cripple their cultivation, then do whatever he wanted. He would make Xu Ran understand what despair meant, too. He would make Xu Ran kneel on the ground and beg him like a dog. Then he would be king.
"And Xiao Wu, haven't I treated you well enough? Why did you believe Xu Ran's words? Is Xu Ran really that good? You even stay by his side every day and help him target me. Don't worry. Once I've killed Xu Ran, I'll come