"You're courting death..." Tang San still refused to admit defeat. He clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes bloodshot, as if blood were about to seep from between them.
Luo Chen was somewhat surprised. He had not expected Tang San to be so stubborn, but it was not strange either. In his previous life, Tang San, that sect slave, would rather jump off a cliff than resist. Asking him now to bow his head and apologize to a girl who had humiliated him so badly was probably even more painful than making him die.
"Hehe, you're still this stubborn even now? In that case, let's see whether your bones are harder or my Serpent Cane is..."
Meng Yiran continued gripping Tang San's hair and yanked hard again. As Tang San cried out in pain and his body bent once more, she used the Serpent Cane in her other hand to jab heavily into his right leg again.
"Ah..." Tang San finally let out a miserable scream. Meng Yiran had struck his left leg before, and now it was his right. He felt too unsteady to stand and could not help wanting to collapse to the ground, but Meng Yiran would not let him fall. She still gripped his hair tightly and hauled him back up.
Tang San struggled to support himself with his left leg. His face had already twisted in pain; one could only imagine how excruciating his suffering was at that moment.
Luo Chen also began to feel that something was wrong. Things seemed to have gone beyond what he had expected. Was Meng Yiran being a little too ruthless? He had thought she was rather kind just moments ago, but this...
If this kept going, Luo Chen felt that once Tang San became stronger, he would definitely come