Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Sun Jianjun's eyes widened suddenly.

Sun Changhe's face instantly lost all color.

Even Feng Guangcai, who was screaming in the corner, froze, looking at Zhao Yong with an incredulous expression.

Some of these statements are true.

Some of them are fake.

But even if it's true, we can't say it now.

Zhao Yong has gone mad.

He was driven mad by the pain; the agony and fear broke down the last barrier in his mind, and all the malice, all the mockery, and all the contempt that had been suppressed in his heart surged out.

He knew he was going to die today, and he wanted to say the most hurtful things before he died.

"Shut up!"

Sun Jianjun roared and lunged forward, punching Zhao Yong in the face.

Zhao Yong's nasal bridge was broken, and blood gushed from his nose.

But he was still laughing, a grotesque and twisted laugh.

"What's wrong? You won't let me say it? Didn't you want to curse him out a long time ago? Didn't you say last year when you were drunk, 'It would be great if that cuckolded idiot died, so I wouldn't have to worry about him overturning the verdict'? Why are you pretending to be a good guy now?"

Sun Changhe also rushed up.

He forgot that blood was still seeping from his wrist, and forgot that there was a three-meter-tall blood-red Asura looking down at them from behind.

He only knew that he had to shut Zhao Yong up and not let him continue talking, otherwise the Song Dynasty would grind their souls to dust.

He grabbed Zhao Yong's hair with his intact hand and slammed his head against the ground repeatedly.

"Shut up! Shut up! If you fucking want to die, don't drag us down with you!"

Zhao Yong's face was smashed and bloodied, but he was still laughing, and his laughter grew louder and more maniacal.

"You're afraid of him? I'm not! I have my mom protecting me! Do you know how much my mom loves me? She's always been the one who dotes on me since I was little, and she always covers for me no matter what I do! None of you are as good to me as my mom!"

He suddenly roared loudly, his voice carrying a kind of morbid gloating.

Sun Jianjun and Sun Changhe simultaneously released their grip and retreated as if avoiding a plague.

crazy.

Zhao Yong has really gone mad.

Under the dual torment of Shura's mental oppression and blood backlash, his sanity was completely destroyed, and he became delirious, even uttering the insane statement that he had his mother protecting him.

Song Chao looked at him.

The Song Dynasty didn't say a single word from beginning to end.

He stood at the doorway, with a three-meter-tall crimson Asura behind him watching him.

Shura's expression changed.

The mockery turned into pity.

It's not pity for Zhao Yong, but pity for the world.

How can there be such a person in this world?

How can someone like that deserve to live?

Song Chao spoke, his voice like an underground river beneath the ice, cold and devoid of any warmth.

"You think your mother can protect you?"

"You think I'll soften my stance if you bring up your mother?"

"You think all the sins in this world can be offset by the four words 'my mother loves me'?"

"I'll tell you."

He took a step forward.

The crimson Asura behind him also took a step forward.

The Shura began to take shape from the shoulders down, with a broad chest, thick arms, and clenched fists, all woven from solidified blood mist. Every muscle was sharply defined, as if carved from blood-red granite.

The three-meter-tall Shura stood completely behind the Song Dynasty.

Its fist clenched.

A dark red light burst forth from between their fingers, illuminating the entire room, staining the walls blood-red, and turning everyone's faces crimson.

"When my mother died, I was carrying steel bars at a construction site."

Song Chao's voice began to tremble, not from fear, but from anger that had been building up in his veins for far too long, finally bursting forth.

"My dad came to pick me up so I could go home and see my mom one last time. The foreman wouldn't let me, saying the project was on a tight schedule and he'd deduct three days' pay for every day I left. I knelt on the ground and begged him, kowtowing three times, before he finally let me go."

"On the day my mother was buried, there wasn't even a decent tombstone."

I took my father's belongings to the construction site and asked the old man who guarded the gate to pass them on to Tang Ming so that he could help me get back my father's 200,000 yuan compensation.

The old man threw his belongings on the ground, saying, "He's already dead, why send him any belongings? Don't let him miss his meal."

"Tang Ming swallowed my father's 200,000 yuan, the daughter I raised for three years is not mine, and my wife sends me text messages to Tang Ming every night to report what I am doing."

"While I was being beaten half to death in the interrogation room, you stood there smoking. While I was kneeling and kowtowing at the courthouse entrance, you drove past me, splashing me with mud."

"You told me your mom is protecting you."

"Where's my mom? My mom's protecting me from heaven? What good is that? What good is that!"

He clenched his fist tightly.

The crimson Asura behind him also clenched his fists.

The three-meter-tall Asura roared silently to the sky, crimson ripples spreading from its mouth. At the same time, the glass windows of the entire building shattered, and fragments flew out like a rainstorm.

The vital signs monitor on the rooftop exploded.

The infrared sensor on the wall exploded.

The two pomegranate trees in the yard snapped in half, their crowns smashing to the ground and splashing blood everywhere.

"Even if your mother came today, she couldn't save you! Nobody can save you today! I said you'd die today, and you will die!"

The Song Dynasty raised its fist high, then slammed it down.

The crimson Asura behind him made the same move. His three-meter-high fist, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashed into the four people huddled on the ground in the room with the force of destruction.

The moment the fist landed, all four people froze simultaneously.

In that instant, the blood in their bodies was completely controlled by an absolute force.

The blood no longer obeyed any biological laws, no longer was bound by any physical laws, and completely and utterly submitted to the will of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Yong's blood surged upwards from the soles of his feet, causing the tissues and organs in each place it passed through to swell.

His legs, stomach, and chest swelled up rapidly like inflated balloons, his skin stretched to its limit and became transparent.

You could clearly see the dark red blood churning wildly beneath his skin, coalescing into fist-sized Asura shapes that bulged outwards from his skin.

Each Asura was exactly the same shape as the one behind Song Chao, only countless times smaller.

They rampaged through Zhao Yong's body, creating bulges wherever they hit.

Zhao Yong looked down at his body, which seemed to be torn apart and deformed from the inside by countless invisible hands.

Seven Asuras were simultaneously striking the walls of his blood vessels on his arms, five Asuras were tumbling inside his bone marrow on his calves, and more than a dozen Asuras were simultaneously striking his ribs on his chest, threatening to burst his chest cavity.

He could feel the sound of his skin being torn, each crack as clear as tearing paper right next to his ear.

He opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, a cloud of blood gushed from his throat.