He reached out, gently pressing a hand onto Xuanyuan's head. The motion, the position, the force... it was identical to how Xuanyuan had treated Su Ling'er earlier.
He mimicked Xuanyuan's previous tone, his face a mask of pity, his voice perfectly calm.
"A little trick."
"But the cicada of summer can never understand the snow of winter. All your struggles are meaningless in my eyes."
Hearing his own words thrown back at him verbatim, Xuanyuan trembled with rage, his eyes filled with humiliation. He wanted to struggle, but the Grievance Beast's aura and Shen Nong's vines descended upon him once more.
And Ji was constantly afflicting him with various debilitating curses.
Lin Qingfeng's palm pinned him firmly in place.
He had no chance left...
"You..."
Lin Qingfeng's palm, pressed against his head, slowly began to apply pressure.
"CR... CRACK..."
The sound of bone cracking echoed—this time, from the top of Xuanyuan's head.
