His blood was boiling.
It was like a stream flowing towards his heart.
Just a little bit more. All he needed was a little more stimulation.
The blood would explode and transform into energy that surged towards his limbs and bones, filling every inch of his body.
Then, he would fight!
Tang Ling licked his lips excitedly. Fighting to his heart's content and dying fearlessly was also a form of release for him.
It was not his choice. The environment forced him to do so, so he was not burdened.
He could face his grandmother and sister in the world of the dead peacefully.
It was not the first time Lionel was annoyed by Tang Ling's gaze, especially when Tang Ling's smile had a hint of blood in it that made him shudder.
He stepped up and shouted, "Then … I'm also a Purple Moon Warrior, so I think I have the right to execute you."
As he spoke, a wonderful feeling rippled in Lionel's heart.
Everything had finally ended.
Look, what did he get? A piece of Level 3 vicious beast meat and …
However, at the peak of the wonderful feeling …
A rough and heavy voice that was as loud as thunder clearly entered Lionel's ears, suppressing the angry clamor of the crowd.
"Tell me, who are you going to execute?"
When he heard the voice, Lionel trembled violently. He did not even have to think as panic engulfed him.
"Sh * t." Fei Long frowned. The God of Slaughter is here! Shouldn't he be in the Wailing Cry Rift Valley, continuing to 'tangle' with that troublesome fierce beast?
Things seem to be getting out of hand.
Fei Long was having a headache, but there was not a trace of worry in his eyes. It was as if this person's appearance was what Fei Long hoped for.
On the other hand, Lionel's body was stiff as he struggled to turn his head around.
In the end, he still saw the person that he did not want to see the most.
In front of the crowd.
A figure as tall as a mountain.
His open black cloak fluttered in the wind.
A greatsword as big as a door was slung on his back while his hand was holding a giant lizard head that was half the size of a man.
The eyes on the head were still half open, and one could read the fear and panic in them.
Lionel felt like he saw his own eyes.
Su Yao!
The nightmare that he could not resist for the rest of his life, Su Yao, appeared at this very moment.
Countless times in his dreams, he wanted to rebel against Su Yao.
However, he had dreamt countless times that Su Yao would eventually break his nose and say with a devilish smile, "Since your nose is already broken, why not make it more thorough?"
Then, Lionel heard his own agonizing cry, but Su Yao did not react at all. He pinched Lionel's nose with two fingers, pulled, and kneaded it until it was crushed into bone shreds.
The pain was already so deep in one's memory, but what was even harder to forget was this man's arrogance, indifference, and arrogance.
For the first time, Lionel felt like a worm. His life and death depended on the man's whim.
To be frank, the Agnes family and his identity as a veteran Purple Moon Warrior were all bullsh * t in this man's eyes. He was fearless!
A fearless person is a lunatic. Who is not afraid of a lunatic?
"No." Lionel squeezed the word out of his throat. He knew better than anyone that it was not a dream but reality.
That was the most terrifying thing he had ever experienced in his life, even though he had to pay a huge price in exchange for cell regeneration drugs to restore his nose to its original state.
However, he could not do anything about the wound in his heart. It woke him up in the middle of the night again and again, and he could not escape the demon in his heart.
Pak! While Lionel was still in a daze, Su Yao released his grip.
Su Yao loosened his grip and tossed the giant head to the ground.
Swoosh! He drew the greatsword from his back and held it with one hand. The disdain on his face and the coldness and calmness in his eyes made him look like an ancient giant god.
Su Yao took a step forward and appeared beside the iron cage in a flash. He was even faster than the Purple Moon Warrior's Transient Step.
Sssss! The irritating noise of metal being cut was grating to the ears, but all the crowd saw was Su Yao swinging his sword.
In the next second, Su Yao extended his leg and kicked the bloody iron cage hard.
The upper half of the bloody iron cage was kicked away.
It tumbled in the air for more than 30 meters before it landed in front of the crowd with a clang. The crowd gasped in shock and staggered a few steps back.
Half of the egg-thick bars were left, and the cut glinted in a cold, silver light.
Su Yao squinted his eyes and slowly lit a cigarette. He held his greatsword in a backhand grip and walked into the iron cage step by step.
He stood in front of Lionel.
A puff of smoke landed on Lionel's face without a care. With the cigarette in his mouth, he asked calmly, "Who did you say you were going to execute just now?"
Lionel could not answer. If he could, he would have peed himself to vent his fear.
He ignored the trembling Lionel.
Su Yao extended his hand and tapped Tang Ling's back softly. Similar to the last time, a gentle force entered Tang Ling's body and crushed the hot blood that gathered in his heart.
Tang Ling, who was immersed in the bloody killing intent, woke up instantly. He looked up and saw Su Yao's slightly awkward smile.
"Kid, well done." Su Yao sounded gentle.
Tang Ling was a little disgusted. He would rather Su Yao did not have such a gentle smile. He looked like a pervert with ulterior motives and would scare girls to tears.
As though he saw through Tang Ling's thoughts, Su Yao suddenly slapped Tang Ling's back fiercely. A gush of clotted blood was slapped out, and before Tang Ling could wipe it away, Su Yao glared at him fiercely. "You're too immature."
No one understood what Su Yao was talking about. A young man like Tang Ling was immature? However, Tang Ling knew what Su Yao was referring to. If Su Yao had not appeared in time, his biggest secret would have been exposed — the secret of his transformation!
However, Tang Ling did not regret it at all. Based on Su Yao's personality, Su Yao would be even more radical than him.
Nevertheless, he was still grateful. Tang Ling wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. He knew that Su Yao's slap had cleansed the clotted blood and prevented his internal injuries from worsening.
After fighting for so long and taking a punch from Lionel, who would say that he did not suffer internal injuries?
Tang Ling was relieved. He even wanted to take a nap on the spot.
He wondered if this was how it felt to be a father. The moment he appeared, he felt safe and warm.
Without wasting time with Tang Ling, Su Yao looked at Lionel again. He mocked the guy who did not even have the courage to run away, "Come, let me guess. You want to execute my nephew with your right hand? Or your left? "
Big drops of cold sweat rolled down Lionel's face. He finally thought of running away at this moment.
But would he have the chance?
With unbelievable speed, Su Yao grabbed Lionel's right hand.
"According to custom, people prefer to use their right hand, don't they?"
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