Huang Xiaolong didn't say a word and blasted the bloody wardrobe to smithereens.
In an instant, endless resentment burst out like a black fog.
The black resentment, even slightly touching anything in the room, such as the bedding, desk, chairs, or even the walls, instantly turned them blackened, decayed, and then reduced them to a pile of rubble.
This resentment was too fierce!
Huang Xiaolong's body radiated a divine golden light, shielding Ma Chuxia, Huo Bingyan, Taoist Master Hong, and the purple-clothed ghost Mo Aiqing who were behind him.
Huang Xiaolong knew that once ordinary people came into contact with this level of resentment, their flesh and blood would dissipate like ice cream, turning into a pile of bones in the blink of an eye. The people behind him, if not protected, would likely have been spared, except for Ma Chuxia.
