Curled up on the pitch-black ground, Xingxiu raised her head with difficulty and looked at Hun Changqing looming over her. Seeing the mockery in his eyes, she clenched her teeth, her heart seething with resentment.
Meeting Xingxiu's venomous gaze, Hun Changqing slowly lifted his foot, extended it, and planted it on her exquisite, lovely cheek.
At the cold, hard touch of Hun Changqing's sole against her face, her expression froze. Her mind went blank as though struck by lightning, and her eyes filled with disbelief, as if she could not believe he dared treat her this way.
Even after she had been crippled, never mind when her talent had still been intact, she remained a direct descendant of a Dou Di. With the legacy that Dou Di had left behind, no one in her clan had ever dared treat her like this.
After that brief stupor, profound humiliation rose within Xingxiu alongside boundless fury, savagely assaulting her nerves and nearly driving her mad. A direct descendant of a Dou Di, trampled beneath someone's foot! For the normally arrogant Xingxiu, this was utterly intolerable!
"Bastard! Ghost! Do you know what you're doing? How dare you..."
Burning with rage, Xingxiu tried to struggle, but her grievous injuries left her unable to withstand the unparalleled pressure from Hun Changqing's foot. Pinned firmly beneath his sole, she could not move and could only curse at him with all the fury in her heart.
Hun Changqing paid no attention to her curses. In his eyes, Xingxiu was already dead, and he had never had the bad habit of quibbling with the dead. A heart-chilling gleam of ferocity flashed through his eyes, and he let out a strange, sinister laugh.
"Heh heh heh... Auntie Xingxiu... goodbye..."
When Xingxiu saw that vicious gleam, which chilled her to