Lin Chen stepped forward, placing his foot on Liang Haoming's chest.

He had no intention of killing Liang Haoming outright. Anyone who dared to have designs on Murong Qingcheng wouldn't be allowed to die so easily.

Liang Haoming's face was ashen, a look of agony etched across it.

He could feel his life force ebbing away, each breath becoming more labored.