"You're talking nonsense—!"
Qian Renxue was like a lioness whose reverse scale had been thoroughly trampled, and like a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood about to sink, as she screamed hysterically.
She suddenly struggled violently, yanking the Shadow Chains that had her limbs locked down taut, making a grating metallic clatter that set teeth on edge.
The black spikes that had sunk deep into her flesh cruelly tore through her originally fair skin as she struggled.
Golden-red Angel God blood poured wildly down her slender calves and pale arms like beads from a snapped string, dripping and splattering onto the floor tiles.
But she seemed completely unable to feel the torturous, execution-like agony wracking her body. Her bloodshot golden eyes stared fixedly at Han Yuchen as though she wanted to devour him alive.
"You are not allowed to slander the Angel God! You are not allowed to defile my faith!" Qian Renxue's cracked lips trembled violently from extreme rage, every word seeming to be forced out through clenched teeth. "I am the young mistress of Spirit Hall! A sacred inheritor! How could a god... how could a god abandon me!"
Han Yuchen quietly looked at her miserable appearance as she fought like a trapped beast. In his deep, universe-like glassy pupils, not even the slightest ripple stirred.
He slowly released the fingers pinching Qian Renxue's chin.
Then, under Qian Renxue's man-eating glare, Han Yuchen unhurriedly drew a snow-white silk handkerchief from his Dimensional Space.
He lowered his head slightly, his expression focused and cold, and wiped the two fingers that had just touched Qian Renxue's skin, one at a time.
His movements were exceedingly elegant and exceedingly meticulous, as though he had accidentally touched the filthiest, most nauseating thing in the world.
After he finished wiping, Han