Xiao Chenyu's Miserable Fate

To Xiao Chenyu, ten minutes felt as long as a century.

Watching Xiao Chenyu's entire body twitch uncontrollably, his fingers tremble without stop, and his face turn deathly pale, Tang Yuehua slowly rose to her feet.

Everything had been done. Now they only had to wait for the Heavenly Screen's judgment.

[Tang Yuehua successfully carried out an activity for ten minutes. This judgment is qualified!]

Dugu Yan and Tang Lie, standing nearby, also brightened, understanding appearing on their faces.

This seemed far easier than they had imagined. There was no difficulty at all.

Tang Lie moved his ankle, grinding his right foot forcefully against the dust- and gravel-covered ground several times.

In less than a moment, thick dust had coated the surface of his shoe, with even a few tiny stones stuck to it.

"Trash, wipe my shoes clean."

Tang Lie walked up to Xiao Chenyu and looked down at him, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

"Wipe them clean?"

Xiao Chenyu was utterly stunned as he stared at Tang Lie's shoes in disbelief.

He was the son of Nuoding City's lord. He had lived in luxury since childhood; when had he ever done the work of a servant?

Making him wipe someone else's shoes was even more unbearable than killing him!

"Wipe them clean, or go die right now."

Tang Lie released a trace of Soul Power.

Xiao Chenyu immediately felt a powerful pressure descend upon him, making it difficult even to breathe.

In Tang Lie's eyes, Xiao Chenyu was not worth taking seriously at all.

The son of some mere city lord was no different from roadside trash in his eyes. Killing him would bring Tang Lie no psychological burden whatsoever.

"I..."

The stifling grievance and humiliation in Xiao Chenyu's heart instantly rose to the