"Demon? That's quite an apt description!"
Ning Fan sneered, comfortably accepting the other party's characterization.
In the next second, his expression changed to one of icy coldness, the chill in his eyes so intense it could make one shiver without being cold.
"Then I'll let you experience what a real demon is like!"
Ning Fan grabbed the woman's hair, his hand holding three silver needles, ready to stab down towards her crown.
"This will be triple the pain you felt just now, savor it well!"
He spoke with feigned bravado, but to the woman who had endured torment worse than death and an experience akin to walking through Ghost Gate Pass, she had no doubt at this moment. She now believed that the man before her would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. If she continued to be tortured like this, she would go mad. Rather than endure such torment, she would prefer a swift end!
"Don't, just kill me if you dare!"
