Both Xiao Rou and Tang Gou San were stunned as they watched the Martial Hall experts disperse like a tide.

Seeing that only five of the lowest-level weak level 71 experts remained, Tang Gou San was overjoyed. His azure eyes lit up. Truly, there is always a way out!

This rekindled Tang Gou San's confidence, who had been somewhat desperate. Even though he had lost one hand and one foot, he still endured the excruciating pain and stood up, a giant hammer appearing on the ground in his hand.

Whether it was fate or manipulation by a powerful force behind the scenes, Tang Gou San's figure at this moment bore a striking resemblance to Tang Ri Tian.

What people fear most is hope amidst despair, because generally speaking, hope amidst despair will only plunge people into a deeper abyss.

The five perfectly matched beast rings on Tang Gou San's body shone brightly on his damaged body.

He pushed the internal energy cultivation technique within his dantian to its limit, and above his head, a small version of the Silver Blue Grass King shone with a deep blue light.

At this moment, Tang Gou San unleashed his strongest power, raising the giant hammer with one hand and charging towards the five Martial Hall experts.

The hammer fell, kicking up thick dust and smoke.

As Xiao Rou looked at Tang Gou San's heroic figure and listened to the bombardment sounds in the smoke, her heart was filled with countless emotions.

But in no time, Tang Gou San's figure flew backward from the dust and smoke, crashing at Xiao Rou's feet. His handsome face was now bruised and swollen, looking like a pig's head.

His entire body was covered in wounds, and his clothes were tattered and stained with blood.

Just then, a boot hit Tang Gou San's face, making Xiao Rou realize that the shoe on Tang Gou San's only leg had been knocked off.

The figures of the five Martial Hall experts emerged from the dust and smoke. One of the men looked disdainfully at Tang Gou San, whose head resembled a pig's head, and said:

"Idiot, I thought he was so awesome, I almost revealed his true form, but it turns out he's just a silver spear and a candle head."

Zhou Xingdou was also somewhat surprised, raising an eyebrow. He really hadn't expected Tang Gou San to be so weak.

He left five of the weakest people in the Martial Hall, thinking that Tang Gou San, as the chosen one of the plane, could at least put up a fight against them, if not defeat them.

Unexpectedly, the battle ended as soon as it began, leaving them with no chance to fight back.

...

Zhou Xingdou was also somewhat troubled by this situation, so he had to use his voice to transmit seductive words to Xiao Rou's ear.

"Sacrifice..."

Xiao Rou finally snapped out of her daze at Tang Gou San's miserable state, and those two words instantly reminded her.

Yes, she can also be sacrificed.

A 100,000-year-old transformed demon can sacrifice itself to others. The power contained within is enough to break through all constraints, and it can also grant the sacrificed person a beast ring belonging to the demon, causing their level to skyrocket!

Tang Gou San is currently at level 60 and needs his sixth beast ring. If he sacrifices it, not only will Tang Gou San be able to break through, but his damaged body will also be restored.

At this moment, Tang Gou San struggled to prop up his battered body and stood in front of Xiao Rou. The ground was already soaked with flowing blood, but he had forgotten the pain.

Because his love for Xiaorou was genuine and profound, not feigned.

The hidden weapons in his hand were only enough to kill one person, not enough to kill all five of them.

Therefore, he has not used it for a long time.

He needed to find a chance for Xiaorou to escape so that he could use a hidden weapon to attract the attention of these people.

As the Martial Hall people approached, Tang Gou San forced a smile, but his pig-like face didn't look good when he smiled.

"Xiaorou, listen to me, I'll charge again. I'm confident I can hold them off. You need to take advantage of this opportunity to escape quickly."

Tang Gou San spoke softly to Xiao Rou in a very low voice.

He had actually been deliberately holding back; otherwise, even if he couldn't withstand five people, he wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.

The purpose was to lull the five opponents into a false sense of security, thus preparing for the next wave.

Moreover, he knew that the Martial Hall would not kill him directly, but would only imprison him, since a living Tang Gou San would be of greater use.

This wasn't entirely his guess. Just from the fact that the peak expert who could have instantly killed him had only crippled one of his arms and legs, he could tell that the Martial Hall wouldn't kill him immediately.

Even if I get arrested, there might still be a chance for things to turn around.

Xiao Rou is different. She is a 100,000-year-old demon in human form, and the allure of the 100,000-year-old beast ring ensures that she will die if she is caught.

Tang Gou San ignored Xiao Rou, who was already in tears, and instead raised his giant hammer again, charging towards the five people who were looking at him with disdain.

Only the last few words remained, echoing in Xiaorou's ears:

"Now! Let's go!"

How could Xiao Rou watch her beloved Tang Gou San die? Her eyes turned bloodshot as she watched Tang Gou San shed a tear of blood.

"Brother Gou San, Xiao Rou doesn't want you to die!"

Tang Gou San, who was about to use his hidden weapon, suddenly realized something was wrong. He knew exactly what Xiao Rou was up to.

Tang Gou San quickly turned his head, only to see Xiao Rou already floating in mid-air, radiating light all around her.

No! Don't!

He cried out in excruciating pain, but it was all in vain. It wasn't just Zhou Xingdou's instigation, but also Xiao Rou's own will, which he couldn't stop.

"Brother! Live on in my place!"

Xiao Rou's soft voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the gentle pink light around Xiao Rou turned blood red, illuminating all directions. The speed was so fast that even the Martial Hall experts who had reacted could not escape in time.

Wherever the blood-red light passed, everything seemed to be frozen by the ice, even time itself seemed to stand still.

At this moment, this place is like an independent, blood-red space, where everything has been paused.

Whether it was the Martial Hall expert who wanted to escape or Tang Gou San, whose face looked like a pig's head and who was in great pain, they were all frozen in place.

Xiao Rou's body was slowly becoming translucent in the blood-red light, even her clothes were no exception, as if she were a soul, only her whole body was a faint red color.

At this moment, apart from her, no one could move, no one could sense her, and no one could notice her.

Xiao Rou's face was desolate. Her spirit instantly floated to Tang Gou San's side, straightened his tattered clothes and disheveled hair, and said emotionally:

"Goodbye, Brother Gou San. I really wish we could be together..."

But before Xiaorou could finish speaking, a sudden figure appeared in this absolutely still, blood-red space.

Xiao Rou's sorrowful expression was instantly replaced by shock. Looking at the young man in the magnificent purple robe, whose appearance was extremely handsome, she said in disbelief:

"How...how is this possible?"

The figure that appeared in the crimson space was naturally Zhou Xingdou, who had been waiting for a long time. He had gone to great lengths for this grand performance.

Now is the harvest time, so how could he miss this most interesting moment?

Seeing Xiao Rou's shock, Zhou Xingdou flicked off the dust that had accidentally gotten on his purple robe and said with amusement:

"Nothing is impossible. This so-called stillness is only effective against the weak. It's useless against me!"