Yun Che swung the whip in his hand, looked at her out of the corner of his eyes, and said, “You can surrender now.”
“K… Kill me if you have what it takes!. Even if I die… I will not surrender to a bastard like you!!” Chiyang Yanwu’s face was burning red, her chest almost exploded with anger, and she was still struggling all she could. Her eyes were staring at Yun Che viciously, and it seemed like she wished she could burn him to ashes with her gaze.