Xingxiu shed tears of regret and hatred. She regretted not dying just moments ago. Now she would have to suffer that sort of thing, and she had dragged her brother into it as well.
Her hatred was for Hun Changqing, and it had already soared beyond the heavens. The things he had done to her, and those he was about to do, could not be recorded even on every strip of bamboo in existence, yet she was powerless to stop him. That profound helplessness had driven her resilient heart to the brink of collapse.
"My patience has its limits. Since you're so torn, I'll give you a hand and send you on your way. Then I'll let your brother experience the Soul Palace's tortures before sending him down to join you. Heh heh heh..."
Hun Changqing watched Xingxiu grit her teeth. Her eyes, once as bright and beautiful as stars, were now dim and overflowing with tears. Knowing she was nearly ready, he gave an evil smile and spoke those devilish words that made her tremble all over. He intended to add another handful of fuel to the fire.
The hand gripping Xingxiu's cheeks suddenly tightened. Once again, a tremendous crushing pressure spread through her entire head. The pain threatened to split her skull, as though her head would burst apart the next instant.
"Aah!"
The searing pain in her cheeks instantly drew a wretched scream from Xingxiu, wrenching her out of the grief and despair engulfing her. Fear appeared in her eyes.
She was not afraid to die, but the thought of her brother suffering such inhuman torment after her death was unbearable. Merely imagining that scene made her heart feel as though it were being clenched in a fist. It hurt so much that she could barely breathe,