With a puff, Xiang Yang's huge foot came down on Yi Guoxin's face and viciously ground against it. Yi Guoxin's originally crimson face was trampled pale and bloodless, the imprint stark. With a crack beneath his nose, his nasal bridge broke. Pain like torn nerves surged in like a tide, followed by blood spraying forth.
"Ahhh! Xiang Yang, I won't let you off! I want you dead! I want you dead!"
The intense pain left Yi Guoxin sobbing and snotting, his face smeared with blood. It felt as though ten thousand pounds of explosives had been packed into his heart. He had completely gone mad, wishing he could destroy the world.
He knew he had lost, defeated by Xiang Yang. Yet compared to the humiliation of being trampled beneath Xiang Yang's foot, defeat itself was nothing.
As the saying went, a man lived for his face, a tree lived for its bark. Xiang Yang was now grinding his face beneath his foot—an outrage beyond measure, a stain Yi Guoxin would never be able to erase or forget for the rest of his life. For someone as proud as Yi Guoxin, this was even more unbearable than death.
Especially since he had been the one to insult Xiang Yang first. Now that retribution had come, his shame only deepened. He could scarcely bear the thought of others pointing fingers at him in the future.
Yet there was nothing he could do now.
Under Xiang Yang's dense, raging-tide-like assault, the meridians within Yi Guoxin's body had long been severed. In terms of raw physical strength, he was even more hopelessly outmatched by Xiang Yang. He was utterly incapable of resisting and could only endure such humiliation.
"You brought this upon yourself. Today, I'll shatter your self-respect, crush your confidence, and make sure