Ning Rongrong showed no appreciation whatsoever. She shoved Oscar away and even started cursing loudly. Naturally, Lan Hong was among the targets of her abuse.
Lan Hong could not stand hysterical women. His entire face turned cold.
"A little witch will always be a little witch. Her nature truly cannot change. A spoiled young lady raised from childhood will always have no one in her heart but herself."
That also explained why, when swords were broken and bones shattered, this young lady had not appeared particularly heartbroken.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and even the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had merely been her shields. By then, she already had Tang San as an even greater backer, so naturally, they no longer mattered.
At her core, Ning Rongrong was selfish, just like a little witch by nature. She had concealed that selfishness very well.
But now that she had lost her mind, she could no longer hide it at all.
Lan Hong pointed with two fingers, and streams of sword qi pierced through Ning Rongrong's body.
"Ah!"
"Rongrong!"
Ning Rongrong's divine power and divine core were instantly destroyed by the sword qi. Then, her once youthful and beautiful body rapidly aged until she became a decrepit old woman, withered as dead wood.
Ning Rongrong stared at her shriveled yellow hands, then touched her equally sallow face. After letting out a piercing scream, she completely fainted.
Seeing Ning Rongrong's state, Zhu Zhuqing only felt fortunate. At least her appearance remained intact. Sometimes, women valued their looks even more than their lives.
Seeing Lan Hong's methods, Chang Gongwei felt that they were far too ruthless. Tang San had not been wrong to call him a great demon.
If Lan Hong had known what Chang Gongwei was thinking, he