"It's you! You did all this!" Song Bingyun shouted furiously at the arrogant Yang Siling.
Yang Siling gave a light laugh and said, "Now you know how formidable I am?"
"That's right! It was me!"
"Crushing you is as simple as crushing an ant in my eyes."
"However, today, as long as you kneel in front of me and kowtow sincerely a few times,"
"And then, let me carve a few marks on that pretty face of yours, maybe I'll spare your life if I feel pleased."
Hearing this, a bodyguard immediately handed over a dagger.
"How dare you! You psychopath!"
Song Bingyun was terrified and tried to escape.
But a bodyguard quickly grabbed her arm.
"Stop it, all of you!"
"Somebody help! Help me!" Yang Yixue cried out loudly for help, but was quickly cornered by a bodyguard and had no way out.
Yang Siling held the dagger, ready to scar Song Bingyun's face.
"If you dare to touch a hair on my wife, I'll make sure you have no place to be buried!"
Suddenly, an icy and furious voice came through.
