"Since you so wish to die, then I shall grant your wish!"
Chen Tianlang's eyes intensified with unyielding cruelty as he raised his right palm and struck toward Xu Yourong's head!
Bang!
The next moment, a dull sound echoed.
Xu Yourong was not killed but instead sent crashing to the ground, her face as pale as death.
"Hm? Not dead?"
Chen Tianlang frowned, pondering as he looked at his own palm.
Xu Yourong lay on the ground, writhing in pain. In the pocket of her clothing, an amulet silently turned to ashes.
"There is something peculiar about you, yet even peculiarities have their limits."
Chen Tianlang's eyes spun, his features worsening with cruelty.
He reached out once more, seizing Xu Yourong by the neck and mercilessly hoisting her from the ground.
This time, the amulet had been consumed, offering up no resistance.
"What do you want to do?!"
Xu Yourong struggled with all her might, but to no avail.