Di Yan knelt so, but Zhou Yan had no intention of giving him even the slightest chance.
Near Di Yan's kneeling figure, Zhou Yan approached him, then lifted his foot and stomped it down on Di Yan's head in a crushing manner.
Zhou Yan exerted force with his foot, pressing Di Yan's head deeply into the ground, even trampling it back and forth.
This process, even Zhuge Jiayue couldn't continue watching.
But she said nothing, nor did she dare to say anything.
Only Zhou Lingyi and Feng Zishuang watched coldly from beginning to end, their expressions always so indifferent.
Di Yan was thus humiliated and trampled, yet he did not resist, nor could he resist.
For his pride was already underfoot, so now his body being underfoot was certainly bound to happen.
Before this, if he had left a shred of mercy, now Zhou Yan would certainly have spared him.
