The Iron Tower Man whipped his head around. A handsome man with gray hair and eyes was squeezing his heart with a cold expression.
The paleness of that gray-haired man's palm accentuated the bright red color of his own heart.
Zi Shang tightened his grip and crushed that heart into a puddle of bloody liquid on the ground.
That Iron Tower Man fell to the ground with a thud. Surprisingly, his last thought before his death was about his astonishment that his heart was red.
Zi Shang shook off the blood on his hand in disgust. The blood droplets splattered everywhere.
Yun Jiuge swallowed her saliva. Every time Zi Shang removed someone else's heart in front of her, she felt pangs of chest pain from his brutality.
"Why are you standing there like an idiot?" Zi Shang pointed at that Iron Tower Man's Magical Bottomless Bag.
