"Miao..." Staring at Bai Lingmiao in the enemy's hand, Li Huowang felt as if his throat were stuffed with cotton, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
Yet Zuo Qiuyong's actions were not finished; a bloated ball of flesh began to grow inside Bai Lingmiao's body.
BANG! The ball of flesh exploded. Bai Lingmiao's body, along with the bone spurs impaling her, was instantly blown to smithereens.
Whether by intent or accident, Bai Lingmiao's head—skewered on a bone spur—happened to land right in front of Li Huowang.
"Miaomiao!!"
Seeing Li Huowang's desperate scream, Zuo Qiuyong burst into raucous laughter.
"Hahahaha! Savor this moment. This is only the beginning! I bet there are plenty of people you care about in Da Liang, right? Every last one of them must die."
As Zuo Qiuyong spoke, he turned and bent down, grabbing the fox-faced Heart Pan, which had arrived unnoticed at some point, in his hand.
