"Cough, cough, cough..."
Ren Ningyue had another fit of rapid coughing, the white handkerchief in her hand shaking swiftly before her cherry lips. When she lowered her hand, faint specks of crimson could be seen on the handkerchief.
Ren Ningyue was coughing up blood again.
But this sickly-looking woman, the power she exhibited, was enough to make one break out in a cold sweat.
Ren Ningyue's beautiful eyes glanced at Huang Shengtian, that gaze, though devoid of any emotion, still imparted an enormous sense of intimidation upon him.
His life,
in front of Ren Ningyue, was like that of an ant.
As long as Ren Ningyue wished, she could kill him at any moment.
Moreover, Huang Shengtian deserved to die.
The only reason Ren Ningyue didn't act was because she wanted to play a long game, fishing for a bigger catch. She knew that although Huang Shengtian's abilities weren't weak, at most he was just a small player; the real danger lay in the organization backing him.
