The Sixth Prince's Doomsday

Yang Hongling's beautiful eyes turned cold, and a murderous aura flowed out. She raised her jade-like hand and slapped her twice across the air, leaving a red palm print on her face." If you want to die too badly, I can satisfy you!"

Shang Qingxuan didn't try to be stubborn, nor did she provoke her.

Zhang Ronghua took a step forward and directly used the Seven Severing Soul Destroying Hand to attack her. To deal with someone of such status, it would be a waste of time to speak. It was far less appropriate than punishment.

It hurt! It hurt!

Her physical body and soul felt like they were being torn apart, as if they were being pulled apart. Countless ants were biting at them, causing her heart to ache. However, Shang Qingxuan's will was firm. Since she dared to do this, she was naturally prepared to face such a scene. She gritted her teeth and did not say a word, allowing her brows to furrow together. Her body shrank together, resisting this terrifying torture.