"Speak, who is the mastermind behind you?"
Mu Ruyue took light steps forward, her icy gaze falling on the man, looking at the face that bore no difference from Ye Wuchen's, a hint of frost swept through the depths of her eyes.
The man snorted coldly and turned his head away, not even granting her a glance.
"Not talking?" Mu Ruyue's lips curved slightly, but her eyes remained frigid, "Yan Jin, pry his mouth open for me! I want to hear the answers I'm looking for."
Yan Jin arched his brows, rolling up his sleeves and advancing towards the man: "Should I dismember you limb from limb, or let your soul be burnt to ashes under my Netherworld Fire? It would be best if you relay what the little girl wants to know. Perhaps I'll grant you a quick death!"
With a swish, black Flames ignited on Yan Jin's body, his domineering eyes shimmering with a pair of flames.
