Li Yuansheng was also nodding emphatically, his voice urgent as he agreed, "That's right, that's right, a young talent like you is the only one worthy of such a beauty."
After speaking, he let out a sinister laugh, his tone loaded with implication, "The work this woman can do is quite remarkable; you're in for a treat."
However, in the next moment, Ning Fan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yao Tingmei's head.
"It's a pity, right now you disgust me."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a robust Spiritual Power surged through his palm, violently pouring into Yao Tingmei's head.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Yao Tingmei's head exploded instantly, much like a smashed watermelon.
Ning Fan let go, and the headless body slumped to the ground, blood flowing along the floor and staining a large portion of the carpet red.
"You, you, you …"