At this moment, Liu Shijie was trembling all over with fear, his face as pale as paper, while large beads of sweat continuously rolled down his forehead.
The sharp axe was pressed tightly against his neck, gleaming coldly, as if it would mercilessly cut his throat at any moment.
With just a slight exertion by Xu Wendong, his life would disappear instantly like a candle flickering in the wind.
"Mother..." Liu Shijie's voice trembled, filled with endless fear and pleading, as he issued a desperate cry to Elder Liu.
His eyes were full of longing for life, hoping that his mother could intervene and save him.
However, Elder Liu's gaze flickered, her eyes cold and piercing, as if from the Nine Nether Hell.
Her face became increasingly indifferent, like an emotionless statue.
"You don't think I would surrender myself just for a worthless person, do you?" Elder Liu said coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth.
