"Damn it, Destruction Will, you truly deserve to die!" Xiao Qiang roared in anger before he headed straight toward the palace.
...
At this moment, Shen Zuiqiu was holding Zhang Xiao'ou tightly as they both looked southward.
"Xiao'ou, have you really gone mad, have you really gone mad? Why would you do this!" Zhang Xiao'ou looked toward the south, her eyes blurred with tears but she spoke with intense anger.
"Sister Xiao'ou, didn't I tell you? To thoroughly suppress the Destruction Will within my soul, I need the help of the Dragon Vein. Yet these people are trying to stop me, so they must die." Xiao'ou spoke with an even and gentle tone, soothing like a spring breeze.
But paired with the fresh blood in his hands, it only made him seem incomparably terrifying, as if plunging into the depths of hell.
"Xiao'ou, you're not like this, you're not like this, tell me, why is this happening?" Zhang Xiao'ou looked at Xiao'ou and continued.
