Wang San awoke, and the situation reversed in an instant.
The Hall Master was at a loss amid the struggle with Feng Shiyi, but Feng Shiyi was overjoyed and finally understood why Duge was adamant about having Wang San—even at the cost of his own life. Indeed, the Heavenly Demon was more terrifying than he had imagined—the situation was now under control.
"Giegiegiegiegiegiete, is this the taste of a lover's blood? So sweet..." Wang San leaped out of the water tank, smearing the fresh blood from a corpse onto his face, indulging in its scent beneath his nose before turning to those attacking Feng Yunjie. He slowly spread the blood over his face and said, "My dears, do I seem frightening to you? Why do you flee? I will break your legs, so you'll never escape again. If I kill you, you'll never be unfaithful. Am I not clever? Quick, praise me..."
