Panicked.
This was true panic.
Forehead throbbing with congested blood.
Tang Shanhong didn't panic when contaminated by the Ancient God, didn't panic (well, not much) when Zhou Li dumped a load of excrement on him, didn't even panic too much when Zhou Li, Tang Wan, and Yu Sui twisted his plans into a mess.
But now, akin to a statement like "I've never found being in a band fun," he was seriously panicked.
Panic that made blood rush to his forehead.
Only a head remained of Tang Shanhong as he let out a heart-wrenching, furious roar: "Ahhhhhh!!!! Tang Song, you're shameless ahhhhhhhh!!"
Tang Song looked down coldly at Tang Shanhong's head, wordless. His arms were fully corroded by a jade color, exuding a gentle luster. He sighed lightly, the Qi on his body reaching its peak.
At this moment, it seemed the sky brightened.
