Every word Fu Qingtian said turned into poisoned arrows, shooting mercilessly at him.
A thousand arrows pierce the heart.
Pain seeping into the marrow.
Fu Yanshen stood there, speechless for a moment from the consecutive critical hits dealt by Fu Qingtian.
Fu Qingtian had said everything he needed to say and didn't linger any longer, turning and striding away.
"Squeak—"
"Bang—"
The door of the emergency exit opened and then closed.
The figure of Fu Qingtian disappeared from view.
Overwhelmed by the assault, Fu Yanshen clutched his chest with one hand, his body swaying unsteadily.
His knees gave way.
With a "thud," his knees hit the ground hard.
Supporting himself with one hand on the floor, a metallic taste in his throat, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.
His heart ached as if it had been forcibly gouged out.
The hand Fu Yanshen placed over his heart clenched tighter and tighter.
His mind was flooded with the words Fu Qingtian had just said.