The incredibly vibrant life aura vanished in an instant in Zhang Yuan's hands.
Like an extremely delicate flower suddenly struck by a storm, leaving only withered stems in the blink of an eye.
Even though she had stopped breathing, the unparalleled beauty of her face still showed a pitiful expression.
Only the wide-open eyes revealed shock and despair.
She clearly couldn't believe that a young man like Zhang Yuan could resist her allure.
Even ruthlessly destroy the flower in his hands!
Perhaps she was too shocked, hence her expression remained so vivid, as if time froze at that moment.
Zhang Yuan calmly retracted the right hand that had just snuffed out a life.
In truth, he had been quite gentle and merciful, not directly crushing her neck and tearing out her spine.
He left an intact corpse.
Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on the other party's tightly clenched left hand.
He pried open her delicate fingers.
And saw several gleaming steel needles held in the beautiful woman's palm.
