Yi Siyu was no match for Yi Shengtang.
She was completely powerless.
With Yi Shengtang clenching her throat, her face turned purple-red in an instant, her throat blocked, and breathing grew difficult.
She opened her mouth, veins bulging on her neck, her hands desperately clawed at Yi Shengtang's wrist, trying to push it away.
But she had no strength left.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked pitiably into Yi Shengtang's eyes.
However.
Yi Shengtang's sanity had snapped, his entire being enshrouded by fury.
In his blank mind, it seemed as if a voice endlessly echoed.
Trash!
Useless!
Waste!
Can't even protect his own sister, can't even defeat a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.
Trash.
His eyes were filled with violent anger, the person before him was no longer Yi Siyu, but a manifestation of Lin Fan.
As long as Lin Fan was dealt with now.
Everything would be over!
Yi Shengtang's arms trembled from exerting all his strength.
Solid as if cemented.
Steel and iron, unshakable.
