Du Ge turned around to block the sword for Wang San.

But Wang San didn't need it anymore. He howled and pounced on the guy he had stabbed to death. With a swift swing of his short blade, he cleanly severed his head, holding the bloody head in his arms with deep affection. "Who hurt you? Why? No, besides me, no one can harm you... Damn it, you can only die by my hands..."

After saying that, he dropped the head from his hand and flew towards another second-generation disciple who was terrified by his madness.

That disciple was already in a state of fear, and when he saw Wang San pouncing towards him, his liver trembled. When he extended his long sword, his mind was already in chaos.