"You know very well, killing you is easier than squashing an ant. I'm not killing you because I don't want to create more sinful karma, but if you don't know what's good for you, I don't mind adding the life of another Sun Family member to my hands."
Lu Tianxing's gaze swept across Sun Yaoyang as he slowly removed his hand: "Don't doubt my words."
When Lu Tianxing took his hand away from Sun Yaoyang's neck, Sun Yaoyang couldn't help but take a breath. Just moments ago, it felt as if he had one foot through the Ghost Gate, already feeling the bone-chilling cold from Hell.
"Sun Yaoyang, I'm giving you one last chance: kneel down, kowtow, and apologize to me. Within seven days, hand over all of the Sun Family's assets to me, and I will spare your family once. Otherwise, you can turn around and leave now; I guarantee the Sun Family won't see tomorrow's sun."
