Sang You’s smile faded. “It seems that Priest Qin Yu is preparing to refuse my good intentions.”

Qin Yu thought for a moment. “I wonder if using you to establish my presence will be enough?”

Sang You’s smile was blinding. “Give it a try and you’ll find out.”

His pupils fixed on Qin Yu and widened, turning his eyes pitch black.

Qin Yu’s eyes glazed over.

Sang You’s voice drifted about. “You are very tired, very weary. So, lie down and have a good rest.”

He stepped forwards. Qin Yu’s aura became increasingly weak as it completely restrained itself.

“Go to sleep.”

Sang You looked up. He raised a long fingernail and slowly brought it down.

Suddenly, Qin Yu’s lips curled up in a smirk. He grabbed onto that finger and twisted it hard.

Everyone could hear the clear sound of breaking bone.

Kacha –

It was crisp and pleasant.

Sang You cried out pitifully. He stepped backwards, hatred thick in his eyes.

He never thought that even after attacking with everything he had, he would be the one to fall into a trap.

This damned brat! He had actually destroyed his finger! Sang You swore that he would make this brat pay a grievous price!

But at this time, Sang You stiffened. He felt as if a rusty iron hammer had maliciously smashed...