Ge Xuan's back violently arched, his head slamming against the carriage ceiling as fresh agony tore through his nervous system.
"Listen to me very carefully, you worthless piece of meat," Shen Yu whispered, leaning in so close that his long green hair brushed against Ge Xuan's sweating, pale face.
He applied a downward pressure on the spear, grinding the blade against the bone.
He started boasting shamelessly, "Your family's little experts are nothing but ants to me. I can erase your entire Ge Clan from the map before tomorrow's sunrise."
"Right now, I am being extremely merciful. If you don't agree to my terms within the next three seconds, my next thrust won't hit your thigh. I will personally castrate you, chop your dick into mincemeat, and force you to swallow it before I let you bleed out."
To emphasize his words, Shen Yu subtly shifted the blade, the cold metal brushing directly against the base of Ge Xuan's groin.
