If Ding Qiuyu were here, she would recognize that this person was her son, Zhou Yan.
Listening to Zhou Yan’s screams, the woman’s hair fluttered lightly, as if she were in great delight.
The next second, she suddenly raised her hand.
A streak of Yin Energy protruded from her arm, like a blade; she swung her arm.
A bloodstain immediately appeared on Zhou Yan’s face.
He screamed in agony, "Ah, ah! My, my face!"
He tried to cover his face, but his hands couldn’t lift at all.
All he could do was to keep screaming in pain.
But the more he screamed, the happier the woman seemed to become.
Her dancing hair strands, each revealing how delighted she felt at that moment.
Gazing at Zhou Yan’s twisted face, she raised her hand once more.
The next second, with a ’pu chi’ sound, one of Zhou Yan’s legs broke into two pieces.
Zhou Yan screamed, throwing his head back in agony, "My, my leg! Fan Ran, I, I know my mistake, I won’t dare to do it again, please, let me go... let me go... It was Guo Wenxuan who forced me, I, I didn’t want to treat you like that, it was all his doing..."
Hearing these words, a bad memory seemed to be triggered in Fan Ran.
The Evil Qi around her body nearly shot up into the sky.
The birds in the surrounding trees, as if sensing something, cried out and, flapping their wings, all flew off into the distance.
The next second, Zhou Yan’s screams again echoed through the small grove.
He collapsed to the ground, as his other leg too was hacked off alive.
Now he was like a human swine without hands or feet, lying in a pool of blood, his complexion so pale that he didn’t look like a normal person.
He kept sobbing in pain, feeling life ebbing away in waves, clearly sensing death inching closer.
Death wasn’t frightening, it was the feeling of death approaching step by step that was even more terrifying.
The blood gradually drained away, and with it, his body temperature was dropping.
The fainting sensation from losing too much blood attacked him like black fog.
He lay on the ground, having lost all ability to speak, unable to say even a word, only able to look at Fan Ran pleadingly as tears kept flowing.
His eyes were full of entreaties.
He just wanted to live.
Fan Ran, upon seeing his appearance, became even more delighted, a smile appearing on her blurred face.
Under Zhou Yan’s pleading gaze, Fan Ran slowly raised her hand, looking at her slender hands as if admiring them.
Witnessing this, every inch of Zhou Yan’s skin trembled in terror, as if screaming the words "don’t."
But his verbal refusals were useless, let alone the message in his eyes.
Fan Ran, as if blind to his pleading eyes, suddenly clenched her palm and lowered it forcefully.
The next second, Zhou Yan felt an intense pain around his waist.
With a thud, as if something had exploded.
The severe pain engulfed Zhou Yan, and he blacked out, unable to even scream before losing consciousness.
Seeing this, Fan Ran, who had been toying with him like a cat with a mouse, suddenly lost interest and raised her hand, slowly gripping Zhou Yan’s neck.
Just then, a cold voice echoed through the grove.
"Enough, spare him a breath."
Fan Ran swiftly turned her head, looking over with wariness.
Jiangli had appeared behind her at some point, leaning against a tree as if he had been watching for a while.
Fan Ran’s Yin Energy surged as if to intimidate Jiangli. Her voice, unused for a long time, was hoarse, like metal scraping the ground.
Jiangli stood up straight, "Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is, you’ve committed so many killings. Those who should be dead are dead, those who should be punished have been punished. It’s time to stop."