Pei Yuhang felt a crushing force bear down on him, and a sickening CRACK came from his knees.
But he clenched his jaw, stubbornly refusing to kneel.
'You can humiliate my body, but you will never make my spirit submit!'
Pei Yuhang's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists. Beads of cold sweat rolled down his taut jawline, splashing onto the stone floor.
Seeing Pei Yuhang's face turn deathly pale as he resisted her Suppression, Ji Shenyun grew worried she might actually break him. With a cold snort, she discreetly withdrew her Black Gold Evil Qi.
The pressure suddenly vanished. Pei Yuhang staggered, bracing himself against the wall. His ragged gasps were sharp and clear in the dead silence of the dungeon.
Ji Shenyun took a step forward, suddenly grabbing the front of his robes and pulling him close.
Their noses were almost touching. Her breath, as fragrant as an orchid, carried the stench of blood.
"Remember this."
