Sun Qin couldn't help but feel some regret. Had he known his cousin's Pupil Skill was so terrifying, he wouldn't have used it. He hadn't even had his fill of fun yet, and this bastard was about to meet a bitter end! It was too cheap a death for him!
"I... ugh..." As Sun Qin began to withdraw most of his force, changing his fist into a claw, he prepared to speak but found he was unable to utter a word. A hand like an iron pincer had grasped his throat.
"Stop!" a woman's terrified voice rang out. "Ning Xuan, I'm from the Ye Family! As long as you let my son go, I'll guaran—"
CRACK!
Before she could finish, the sound of splintering bone echoed. Sun Qin's arrogance and conceit had led to a momentary lapse in concentration, and it cost him his life. The woman, too, sounded as if she had been suddenly choked, her voice coming to a sharp halt. She never imagined that even after announcing her identity and pleading for mercy, Ning Xuan would still dare to attack.
