"Catastrophic disaster?" Su Heng sneered, saying, "In my practice so far, there have been quite a few who have said those words to me, but in the end, not one survived, and you will become one of them."
Crack!
Amidst the sneer, Su Heng's fingers exerted force once again.
A broken rib pierced through the chest cavity, and droplets of fresh blood spread out like blooming red plums on the grey robe.
"Cough cough!" Yu Qing coughed painfully, but it was solely a natural bodily response to the rib piercing into her lungs. Her voluptuous and attractive body was nearly twisted into a knot by Su Heng, with bright red blood dripping from her hanging toes, forming a small pond like a clear mirror on the desolate desert.
Yet Yu Qing's face remained calm, with even a hint of pity showing through the bloodshot in her eyes.
Such a condescending look infuriated Su Heng immensely.
