She raised her eyes to Ning Fengzhi, whose face was deathly pale and whose body and spirit had both collapsed, and slowly pronounced the Ning family's fate.
"One person executed every half stick of incense. Sixteen lives in two hours. In just fourteen hours, four generations of the Ning bloodline will be wiped out, with not a single survivor. Ning Fengzhi, think carefully about your choice."
The countdown to death, stark and merciless, crushed Ning Fengzhi's last psychological defense.
He jerked his head up, his eyes threaded with scarlet veins, madness and despair burning in their depths.
Ignoring the dust covering him, he struggled to rise and reached out like a madman, trying to seize the hem of Qian Renxue's clothes, his voice crazed and anguished.
"Kill me! Killing me is enough! Spare my family! Please, kill me!"
Just as his hand was about to touch her clothes, Qian Renxue's eyes turned cold. She raised her foot and kicked him viciously in the face!
The heavy blow crashed down, striking his aged face squarely.
With several sharp cracks, the few teeth remaining in Ning Fengzhi's mouth shattered, spraying out with warm blood.
His frail, aged body flew backward like a kite with its string cut and slammed into a hard bluestone pillar.
Bang!
The dull crash shook the courtyard.
Ning Fengzhi fell heavily to the ground, his body convulsing violently. Blood gushed from his mouth in great mouthfuls, staining the ground before him red. His head spun, every bone in his body felt shattered, and agony swept through him.
"Father!"
"Grandfather!"
"Uncle!"
Several direct descendants of the Ning family rushed forward and carefully helped the battered, blood-spewing old man up.
Ning Fengzhi's graying hair was disheveled, his face aged and haggard, the flesh around his mouth a bloody mess. All