In the palm of Tang Zhong's hand appeared a pitch-black heart!
The heart was still connected to veins, densely packed, not yet entirely severed from Yan Chihuo's body.
Black blood dripped from it.
"Your heart is black!"
Yan Chihuo screamed in pain: "You... you dare to dig out my heart!"
Tang Zhong didn't respond to him but said coldly, "The hearts of us from Xuan Country are red. No wonder you made so many demands during the war because your heart is black!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his fist tight.
Instantly, Yan Chihuo screamed again.
"You... what do you want to do?"
In the next second, with Tang Zhong's exertion.
That pitch-black heart began to twist, and black blood, like juice, slowly flowed down from Tang Zhong's palm.
Yan Chihuo screamed in agony, and he directly knelt on the ground.
Boom.
The heart exploded right away.
