"Ugh..."
Lin Fan's face suddenly turned pale, livid, and then flushed... continuously interweaving. A piercing pain emanated from within his heart, his brain buzzing, almost losing consciousness...
"Kneel before the Emperor!"
Jiao Rong commanded in a low voice.
"Crack... Bang!"
Lin Fan's ribs shattered directly, a horrific wound appeared on his chest, and half his body collapsed, with all his blood drained dry, leaving only exposed flesh and external organs, too dreadful to look at!
"Impossible!!!"
Lin Fan clung to his resolve, his arms trembling, uttering these words with quivering lips.
"Hahaha! Impossible? Lin Fan, you have quite the spine! If you kneel, I will end your life swiftly, granting you a quick death, how about that? If you refuse, I assure you, you won't even have the chance to self-destruct, believe it or not? I will torture you to death, making a peaceful death a mere luxury!"
Jiao Rong laughed cruelly, his tone filled with mockery.
"Impossible!!!!"
