Lin Tian's voice had barely fallen when he channeled his True Qi and struck down with a palm.
Bang!
Zhou Tong's head exploded, red blood and milky white brain matter mixed together, splattering in all directions and soaking Lin Tian's body.
Chen Mengyu and the seven Beauty Dogs nearby, along with some nearby maids and bodyguards, were also splashed all over.
Suddenly, a storm burst forth from Zhou Tong's corpse.
This was no ordinary storm, but a True Qi storm.
Zhou Tong was dead, and the True Qi inside him was now out of control, dispersing wildly like a runaway horse, resulting in this storm.
"I can finally breathe a sigh of relief," Lin Tian said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
He then turned to look at the eight Beauty Dogs, including Chen Mengyu, as well as the maids and bodyguards in the room.
What should he do with these people?
They had all been twisted by Zhou Tong's thoughts, but now that Zhou Tong was dead, their minds should have returned to normal, right?
