The icy cold killing intent, in stark contrast to the scorching heat of Zhu Bufan's palm, made Shan Ling's body begin to tremble uncontrollably out of fear as she gazed into Zhu Bufan's blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Speak, how exactly do you wish to die?" Zhu Bufan asked coldly, his voice as frosty as if it came from the Nine Nether Purgatory, tightening his grip on Shan Ling's throat. In fear, Shan Ling closed her eyes and responded in a trembling voice, "I... I will not let you off even in death!"
"Hmph! You are standing right here alive and I'm not afraid, why would I be afraid of you when you're dead?" Zhu Bufan sneered, slightly tightening his grip on Shan Ling's neck.
