Lin Manying's appearance at that moment frightened a whole crowd of people, Tang Tang included.
Though she, too, had wanted Lin Yantang and his daughter dead, she had never imagined tormenting someone with such a cruel method.
Lin Manying's pretty, radiant face had twisted beyond recognition, making her look like a vengeful ghost.
Her body kept convulsing, as if she were possessed.
After half a quarter of an hour, Lin Manying finally stopped convulsing, but the aura around her had weakened drastically. She collapsed to the ground, her eyes still filled with boundless terror!
Wu Jiushan, standing nearby, shuddered. Lord Su's method is truly horrifying. He didn't kill Lin Manying, yet she was scared to death!
Wu Jiushan had never doubted that a person could be frightened to death.
Martial artists had resilient minds. Even without cultivating techniques to train their mental strength while tempering their bodies, their mental strength was still far greater than that of ordinary people.
But Su Xin had directly enveloped Lin Manying in an illusion and frightened her to death within it. Such a method was simply terrifying. At least, Wu Jiushan had never seen anything like it.
Su Xin then turned his gaze to Lin Yantang, making him shudder.
No one wanted to die, but there were many things in this world far more terrifying than death.
Lin Yantang acted decisively, striking his own chest with his palm. He would rather kill himself than endure something worse than death.
Unfortunately, Lin Yantang had miscalculated one thing: with his strength, dying in front of Su Xin was no easy feat!
The instant Lin Yantang struck his chest, a strange glint flashed in Su Xin's eyes. His gaze seemed to turn into an abyss, dragging people into its depths.
Lin Yantang froze in place. Su Xin