The woman's disdain for Han Yu wasn't merely verbal. Her eyes and expression revealed a deep, visceral loathing.
It was the same way an ordinary person would detest flies and rats.
The utter humiliation made Han Yu's eyes turn bloodshot. His breathing grew ragged as he clenched his jaw so tightly that blood began to seep from his gums, trickling down the corner of his mouth.
"You... you deserve to die!"
Under the pressure of Han Hong's bloodline, Han Yu could only use all his might to force a few words through his gritted teeth.
"Heh." The woman smiled, her flower-like beauty laced with a bone-chilling coldness. "Are you angry? Furious? Do you want to kill me? What a shame. Right now, I'm the butcher and you're the meat on the block. It's your own fault for not knowing your place."
As she spoke, a cold light glinted from her hand as five long, sharp bestial claws extended from her fingertips.
