In the face of life and death, Third Young Master Han Ziyun's survival instinct erupted. With a coarse, grating voice, he said with great difficulty to the Empress, who was fuming with rage and clearly wanted to reduce him to ashes, "I really am not Han Ziyue, you've misunderstood."
"Hmph, do you think I am a three-year-old child? Han Ziyue, save those crude tricks for someone else. Otherwise, the one who will suffer next will be you. More than hating mortal enemies, I especially despise those who are full of lies," the Empress retorted coldly.
Empress Shangguan Linlang's exquisite face darkened again at the words of Third Young Master Han Ziyun. With a light tap of her slender finger, she inflicted such pain on Han Ziyun that he couldn't help but scream continuously. Even Black Impermanence Night Demon, who had been quietly enjoying the show, suddenly felt pity for the man suffering the agonizing pain of having his muscles and bones crushed.
