Yuan Po was on the verge of unbuckling his cloth belt, ready to unleash his twisted intentions, but suddenly, someone seized his wrist.
"What?"
Startled, he turned to see Yang Wei locking eyes with him, wearing the coldest glare imaginable. It wasn't the kind of glare filled with animosity or anger. Instead, it was a completely emotionless stare, as if he would feel nothing after doing what he came here to do.
"Don't think too much on it... I'll make your death quick and painless."
Those were Yang Wei's only words.
Finally mustering the courage to speak, Yuan Po shouted, "You piece of cultivation trash! You ruined my life! Y…"
Without hesitation, Yang Wei twisted and snapped Yuan Po's arm effortlessly, causing a piercing scream to echo.
Why waste time?—that was the mentality Yang Wei came here with. He didn't care if Yuan Po's life was in shambles or unbearably cruel... he simply came to end it.
"AaaAAhHHhh!!!"
