Upon hearing this, Lin Yu's handsome face instantly went blank, as if he had put on a cold mask. He strode forward with firm and powerful steps, radiating an irresistible aura as he walked straight up to Xiao Wu.
His gaze was cold and ruthless, like the freezing wind of the twelfth lunar month, capable of turning a person to ice in an instant. Tightly pressing his lips together, he spoke to her in a frigid tone: "Offer yourself in sacrifice to my mother. Do not even think about playing any tricks. If my mother fails to absorb it, rest assured, I will surely capture Tang San and hack him into a thousand pieces." Every word that slipped from his teeth seemed to carry a biting chill, like a curse drifting up from the nethermost depths of the abyss, making one's hair stand on end.
"You must remember, if you don't want Tang San to suffer severe torment in the future, you had better willingly become a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring for my mother." When he uttered the word "torment," he deliberately deepened his tone, a flash of cruel glee crossing his eyes. His heart held no pity whatsoever—only the cold and resolute determination to achieve his goal. In his eyes, the fates of Xiao Wu and Tang San were nothing more than chess pieces to be manipulated at will.
Chapter 134