"Ah!"
"It hurts like hell!"
Yang Tianyou's face twisted in agony, and blood-curdling screams tore from his throat—shrill, desperate, and filled with grief.
However, compared to the physical torment, the psychological damage to Yang Tianyou was far worse.
"Vixen!"
"You—how dare you..."
Yang Tianyou's eyes split open in fury.
For any man, losing his manhood was the ultimate humiliation, far more agonizing than death itself.
"Vixen, you deserve to die!"
Yang Tianyou looked utterly deranged, his eyes bloodshot as he glared fixedly at Yaoji. Had he not been bound and completely immobilized, he would have lunged forward to tear her flesh and drink her blood.
Chapter 131