"If this old fossil manages to scratch my neck, I am going to shove his own executioner's blade up his wrinkly ass," Gu Fan thought as he felt the freezing steel press against his skin while maintaining his terrified facade.
The Grand Hall was locked down tight. The three Peak-Origin loyalist elders pressed their executioner blades deeper into the necks of Gu Fan, Bai Bing, and Song Yan, drawing beads of crimson blood that trickled down their collars.
Bound spread-eagle to the rune-carved jade pillar in the center of the room, Song Tianyu shrieked in despair. He thrashed against the unyielding iron chains until his wrists bled, knowing his death was inevitable as Sect Master Bai Hua leaned in close. Her dark crimson lips brushed against his sweat-slicked chest, and her corrupted fangs elongated as she prepared to pierce his skin and suck his pure Yang Qi dry.
