Xia Liang's hand, as if spanning an impossible distance, seized Master Zutuo's heart in a firm grip. As they watched Xia Liang make a casual grasping motion, He Youling and his son felt as if their own hearts were being squeezed in that same hand. With just a little more pressure, they would be utterly destroyed, with no place left for their burial.
On the other end of the line, Master Zutuo stared intently at the image of Xia Liang on his screen, only now realizing what a terrifying being he had provoked. Xia Liang's words still echoed in his ears: "I want you dead by the third watch, and you definitely won't survive until the fifth watch!"
Just then, Xia Liang closed his hand completely, as if crushing Zutuo's heart to pieces.
On the other side of the video call, Master Zutuo's legs kicked out. He lost his breath and collapsed, his phone clattering to the ground. His eyes were wide in a final, indignant stare, unable to rest in peace.
