The entire tavern hall felt as though it was being crushed from all directions by an indescribable oppressive force. Even the very void seemed to be under pressure.
"Cough, cough."
It wasn't until Chen Yang moved his foot that the silence was broken. In the space of less than a minute, Qiao Ziyun had nearly suffocated to death, and now she erupted in a fit of violent coughs, the only sound in the hall. Thick gouts of blood spewed ceaselessly from her mouth.
"Trash! I am Qiao Ziyun, the treasured daughter of Windwelcome Academy! A woman of my noble standing… how dare you strike me? Are you tired of living?"
