The incident had happened too suddenly. Murong Qingyan had been completely unprepared and was subdued at once. In truth, even if she had been prepared, with her early Returned Core cultivation, how could she possibly have withstood Liu Guan's True Person cultivation?
Chilling killing intent passed through his fingertips, sealing her throat shut, while icy qi drove straight into her brain. Beyond that, a mountain-heavy pressure radiated from Liu Guan, crushing her body until she could no longer bear it. Little by little, she bent down, until her legs gave way and she dropped to her knees.
The difference in height forced Murong Qingyan to strain her neck upward just to feel slightly better. At that moment, Liu Guan spoke, his voice becoming exceptionally shrill:
"Do you know what I most want to do to a woman like you?"
Murong Qingyan naturally could not answer.
Liu Guan's face remained hidden in shadow, but the light flickering in his eyes carried a sickly excitement. He reached another hand out from the darkness. The muscles and bones of that palm seemed to have deliberately warped, its fingers long and clawed. Whenever they flexed, they resembled iron hooks and sharp spikes. He gestured beside the female cultivator's lips and tongue, his fingertips occasionally brushing her tender cheeks, able to break the skin and draw blood at any moment.
"For a woman like you, I should first pull out your tongue, then reach in through your mouth and dig out your heart to see what it really looks like!"
Liu Guan's arm gestured back and forth, extending and retracting as he demonstrated how he would "reach in and dig it out." Finally, his fingertip pressed against her tongue, and the female cultivator visibly shuddered.
Murong Qingyan had clearly been stunned by this sudden threat