Chen Sheng knew full well that mere verbal threats would be far from enough to make Xu Shenzhi willingly hand over his exceptionally precious Innate Spiritual Qi.
He had to strike where Xu Shenzhi was most vulnerable, to prey upon the deepest fears of his soul. Only then would he succeed.
This little drama of threats and temptations was his meticulously designed psychological ploy.
Sure enough.
"I find Miss Han... to be quite a beauty..."
The casual remark was like a spark to a powder keg. Xu Shenzhi's eyes instantly turned crimson, his sanity teetering on the brink of collapse. How could he not understand the vile insinuation behind those words?
"No... Don't, Chen Sheng... Don't you dare!"
Xu Shenzhi let out a beast-like roar and thrust his neck forward recklessly, allowing the sharp blade to slice into his skin and draw beads of blood as he struggled to charge forward.
However, the moment he moved, a heavy blow struck the back of his knee.
THUD!
