Let's end this

The man's expression turned bitter. After experiencing once, how ruthless and superior Ling Qingyu was in all aspects, he really couldn't resist.

When Ling Qingyu launched a provocation, it was wronged to say he wasn't angry, especially since the taunter came from a weak woman.

Any person who had provoked him in the past didn't meet good ends. In front of his burly figure and capable martial arts, they were like ants. Now, the river flowed 30 years to the east, 30 years to the west; there would be a time when a person became old. He was just another ant for Ling Qingyu.

"Why? Scared now?" Ling Qingyu raised her brows. "Don't think you'll survive if you don't make a move. At least, there's a chance when you resist me than staying silent. Now, entertain me, will you?"

The man cracked his finger joints and walked slowly. He struggled to keep his stance, stumbling over his footsteps.