4119 A burst of blood
The Ling family had been keeping a low profile for the past few years, and many people no longer paid any attention to them. However, the Yuwen family had once betrayed the Ling family, so they did not dare to let their guard down. Instead, they kept an eye on the movements of the Ling family.
Yuwen Sicheng and the others had all heard of Ling Ziyun's name and knew that after Ling zhongxuan's illness, Ling Ziyun was one of the most outstanding disciples among the Ling family's second and third generation disciples. Seeing that even he was in such a sorry state, they naturally did not care about Ling Chuxi and the others.
As he humiliated Ling Ziyun to his heart's content, he didn't even spare a glance at the others.
Ling Yixin and the others 'expressions changed, and they clenched their fists in anger. Even if Yuwen Sicheng had killed Ling Ziyun with a single strike, they probably wouldn't have been so angry. This was a humiliation, a blatant humiliation.
However, none of them made a move, nor did they make a sound, because Ling Chuxi still did not say a word, calmly looking at Ling Ziyun.
Ling Ziyun was trembling as he raised his head to look at Yuwen Sicheng. He had heard of Yuwen Sicheng's great name and knew that this eldest young master of the Yuwen clan was arrogant, despotic, and ruthless. However, he was a man of his word. As long as he suffered this humiliation under his crotch today, Yuwen Sicheng would definitely not make things difficult for him. However, he also knew that once he got through it, he would never be able to raise his head in the Ling family and in the Qing-Yun realm again. He would never have a chance in his life.
He turned his head to look at Ling Chuxi, only to see Ling Chuxi looking at him calmly, but her eyes seemed to be filled with anticipation.
"Yuwen Sicheng, just kill me!" Ling Ziyun gritted his teeth and roared. If not for Ling Chuxi's exceptional kindness, he would never have had the opportunity to participate in the aristocratic family's adjudication meeting. If not for Ling Chuxi's disregard for past enmities, he would never have had the opportunity to straighten his back and be a new person.
He thought of his father's last words before he left and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He had already missed it once, and this time, even if he had to die, he must not lose face. He must not let down Ling Chuxi's trust in Him, and he must not let down the expectations of his clan members.
"Die. It won't be that easy to die in my hands, even if you want to." Seeing Ling Ziyun suddenly become unyielding again, Yuwen Sicheng was a little surprised, but he didn't show any mercy, and sent Ling Ziyun flying with a kick.
He fell heavily to the ground, and Ling Ziyun spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yuwen Sicheng only wanted to humiliate him, so this kick was extremely measured. Although Ling Ziyun vomited blood from the kick, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.
"Are you going to drill or not?" Yuwen Sicheng stood in front of Ling Zi Yun, looking down from above, a cruel smile on his face.
"If you have the ability, kill me!" A scene that made Ling Yixin and the others surprised happened. Although there was blood at the corner of Ling Ziyun's mouth, the fear from before was no longer on his face. Instead, he stood up unsteadily.
Ling Ziyun was very afraid of death, and also very afraid of pain. To put it bluntly, he was afraid of death. However, when he had truly mustered the courage and made up his mind to die, he realized that all of this didn't seem to be that terrifying.
"I was wrong earlier. So you're a tough nut to crack. But don't worry, I have a way to make you admit defeat." Yuwen Sicheng laughed sinisterly, and sent Ling Ziyun flying with another kick.
This kick was slightly more forceful, and Ling Ziyun only felt his chest sink. An intense pain spread like a spider web, spreading to every part of his body, causing his hands and feet to Twitch in pain.
"Should I drill or not?" Yuwen Sicheng once again stood in front of Ling Ziyun with a Savage expression.
