Mu Qingqing looked up, and with a jolt, realised that one of Li Tianming’s eyes was shining like the sun, while the other was a pitch-black sea of clouds. It was like staring into the face of a deity!

“Qingqing, do you need a mirror to see how ugly you are right now?” Li Tianming’s lips curved.

Three long years. It had taken him three years to get to this point. To see her begging and crawling at his feet was like a dream came true! Trampling her body and spirit like this was nothing short of exhilarating.

But that was just the first step. He had known for a long time that Mu Qingqing wasn’t his match, ever since he defeated Wei Guohao. She put up a good fight, but that was all. Now, Li Tianming’s target had shifted to Lin Xiaoting, and only with his death would Midas rest in peace.

As for Mu Qingqing, she was entirely at his mercy now. A single finger would end her, and under his burning stare, Mu Qingqing began to shake violently, to the point that even her eyes were having trouble focusing.

“Are you showing...