"Ahhhh—"
The Duke Luu, whose soul was being suppressed, couldn't speak, only letting out a miserable scream from his throat, with eyes full of poison and hatred.
"What? Do you hate me?"
Yu Nianzhao spoke with a calm demeanor, "Those people who were killed by you and your Chu Family, they hated you just the same. Now that you're tasting the same pain, you can't bear it? You're truly too weak."
With a forceful grip, she extracted the Duke Luu's soul.
He watched helplessly as his own body fell to the ground. As his soul floated momentarily, he roared in fury and pounced toward Yu Nianzhao.
"Stop struggling, you're already dead. Do you think becoming a ghost allows for revenge? Stop dreaming."
Before the soul could reach Yu Nianzhao, it was stopped by a talisman.
"Ahhh! How could you kill my son? I demand your life in return!"
The Duke Luu was frantic, pounding on the symbols, trying to get close to Yu Nianzhao, to no avail.
