That hand was icy and unyielding, imbued with a mountain-shattering force. In an instant, her meridians were sealed, leaving her completely unable to struggle!
The next moment…
PFFT!
CRACK!
Two distinct sounds rang out almost simultaneously, intertwining to form the song of a Broken Soul.
One was the sound of Hong Mei'Er's dying counterattack. Mustering the last of her will, her knuckles bent backward at an unnatural angle, and a single, most venomous strand of Emotional Silk shot out, striking Chu Fan's broad chest.
The other was crisper, more decisive.
It was the sound of her exquisite neck being impassively—and brutally—crushed by Chu Fan!
THUD!
A dull thud. It wasn't loud, but it struck like an invisible sledgehammer, shattering the last wisp of the bewitching dream that had filled the woods.
Chu Fan casually tossed Hong Mei'Er's corpse to the ground as if discarding a piece of trash, not even bothering to spare it a second glance.
