A glaring trace of blood appeared on the face of Ouyang Huanyu. His eyes that had always been smiling finally showed a trace of cracking.
He slowly reached out to wipe the blood off his cheeks, but his elegant smile remained.
"Forget it. If you don't listen, I won't force you." Seemingly giving up on persuading Shen Yanxiao, Ouyang Huanyu shook his head.
"I will break your limbs, cripple your cultivation, and imprison you with black iron chains. Then, you will listen." Cruel words flowed from the corners of that elegant mouth. The smile in Ouyang Huanyu's eyes vaguely turned crazy.
A figure suddenly inserted itself between Shen Yanxiao and Ouyang Huanyu.
In the blink of an eye, that figure approached Shen Yanxiao and attacked her vital points.
