Fang Chen watched Xu Nian struggle desperately, his heart filled with immense pleasure.
The more Xu Nian struggled and feared, the more excited he became—he wanted Xu Nian to descend into despair bit by bit in fear, only then could he gradually eliminate the demon in his heart.
He wanted Xu Nian to know that he, Fang Chen, was an existence he could not afford to provoke.
Just a bastard with no right to live, destined to be a dog in this life.
"Ha ha, Xu Nian, rest assured, after I kill you, I'll send your head back to the Xu Family so everyone can see the kind of mongrel their whore has birthed. I'm sure the expression on your mother's face will be quite a sight," Fang Chen laughed heartily, his eyes full of mockery.
He put away the long spear in his hand, and a dagger appeared instead.
The sharp tip of the dagger pierced Xu Nian's chest skin and began to slowly slice downwards.