Published: March 8, 2025
Everyone stared at him in stunned silence, as if struck by lightning, unable to help the chill that ran through their bodies, their teeth chattering.
Then Tan Tan stepped forward. Entering the encirclement of the remaining masters of the Ao Clan, he frowned and said, “You lowly humans make me very unhappy!”
Then his two hands, tinged with the color of the black robe, extended outward.
With a stretch of his left hand, one person on the left spiraled up like Ao Langyun, and with a flick of his right hand, six people flew out like balls, suspended in mid-air, their bodies suddenly exploding!
Blood scattered in the sky!
With a series of kicks to the ground, three more people turned into shooting stars.
Not a single person dared to resist!
He walked among the more than fifty members of the Ao Clan, his face still indifferent, his gaze showing no signs of fluctuation.
Yet, with every gesture, he sent the previously domineering masters to hell one by one!
The last twenty or so trembled, their eyes filled with fear, as if they were engaged in a fierce struggle against an invisible devil within their hearts. Finally, one person shouted, “Ah~~~”
He screamed to the heavens, his voice filled with terror, reaching an extreme level of fear.
This shout seemed to awaken everyone, pulling them from their stupor, and they began to flee in all directions, panicked and stumbling!
Tan Tan was unhurried, pursuing them one by one, as if strolling leisurely.
His movements were slow, each hand raised and foot lifted exuding an innate elegance, like a poet filled with poetic sentiment, wandering through a picturesque grove under the morning sun, contemplating verses about the sorrow of spring and autumn.
Yet, in such elegance, he took the lives of more than fifty members of the Ao Clan.
The last eighth-grade imperial throne had already run hundreds of meters away.
While Tan Tan remained standing in place.
When everyone thought he would let that person go, Tan Tan suddenly looked up into the distance and said lightly, “Did I let you go?”
Just that one sentence seemed to carry a strange magical power, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble violently. In the air between Tan Tan and the eighth-grade imperial throne, a layer of strange ripples became visible.
In the distance, the eighth-grade imperial throne, who was running wildly, suddenly shook, and then stopped. He stood there dazed, like a soulless statue.
“Not coming back?” Tan Tan said leisurely.
As soon as his voice fell, the distant eighth-grade imperial throne obediently turned around, stepping back one foot high and one foot low, walking back step by step, his gaze dull, his face blank.
Everyone was shocked, their jaws dropping!
What… what is going on here?
Before long, that imperial throne had walked back like a puppet, standing dumbly in front of Tan Tan.
“Good boy,” Tan Tan said. “Since you’re so obedient…” He pointed, “Go kneel over there, and keep knocking your head until you die!”
Everyone followed the sound, only to see a large stone half exposed on the ground.
A wave of inconceivable feelings surged in their hearts.
But the eighth-grade imperial throne swayed, turned around, walked toward that stone, adjusted its distance, and then knelt down.
He positioned himself just right to knock his entire head against the stone.
Then, he slammed his head down!
Before everyone's eyes, this eighth-grade imperial throne actually knocked his own head off, turning himself into a skeleton.
Bang!
With the last sound, the imperial throne’s body slumped down, and with a soft sound, a head gently fell from his neck, rolling to the other side of the stone.
The stone was left with a shocking blood-red stain!
He actually kept knocking until he knocked his own head off!
In this crazy and bizarre process, Tan Tan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant sky with a somewhat lonely and sighing expression, motionless.
Everyone felt a heavy pressure in their hearts, and no one spoke.
Behind them, a muffled sob from Xie Danfeng broke the silence.