Luo Yong's lower body was in unbearable pain, but this was not a suitable time to dwell on it; he took off at a run.
Long Jingtian smiled slightly and said, "Kill him."
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Luo Yong, its right hand abruptly plunged into Luo Yong's chest.
Before Luo Yong had the chance to react, the figure violently ripped out his still-beating, red heart.
Luo Yong looked at the baffling sight before him, blinked, and then there was nothing else for him.
The figure looked at Luo Yong and slightly smiled, then squeezed hard.
With a loud bang!
The still-throbbing heart exploded on the spot, splattering blood all over the hall.
Long Jingtian nodded approvingly, slowly walked to the couch, picked up a glass of red wine and coldly said, "Some practitioners from the Evil Sect say that the taste of human blood is very sweet. Sometimes, I think of trying it, but I feel it's not suitable for a civilized person like me to drink blood, so I refrain."
