Liu Ruyan could hardly believe it. This was impossible. Her plan had been flawless.
Her charm arts had never failed her, and her demonic art had been concealed beyond compare.
This Yang Lingtian was clearly just a greenhorn who had newly entered the world and been bewitched by beauty—a hotheaded fool.
How could this be? How dare he treat her like this?
"You..."
Liu Ruyan struggled to squeeze a single word from her throat. Her voice was dry and hoarse, filled with utter disbelief.
However, Yang Lingtian gave her no time for any unnecessary reaction.
It was precisely when her mind had been rocked to its core and her thoughts had gone blank.
Even the demonic art within her had become sluggish for an instant because of this sudden upheaval.
Yang Lingtian's outstretched palm, its five fingers hooked like claws, was no longer the seemingly limp compliance it had shown before.
Instead, it had transformed into an icy, unyielding iron pincer that glinted with a metallic sheen.
A crisp crack that set one's teeth on edge rang out.
Yang Lingtian's five fingers had already clamped around Liu Ruyan's fair crown like the strongest of cages.
Terrifying, overwhelming force surged from those five fingers.
Liu Ruyan felt as though her skull were about to be crushed apart by that hand.
The bone-piercing pain brought her instantly back to her senses, but an even greater terror followed.
"You... What are you doing?" she shrieked, her voice filled with panic and bewilderment.
The icy curve at the corner of Yang Lingtian's mouth widened further, brimming with merciless mockery.
"What am I doing?"
His voice was like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell, making Liu Ruyan feel as if she had fallen into an ice pit.
"Why, naturally... I'm giving you