"It's too bad. I did give you a chance."
Ye Qingxuan sighed and pressed his hand against Larbin's veiny forehead, "Don't worry, I will pass on the core theories of the Steel Heart School for you."
After he finished speaking, Larbin gave a wretched cry.
In less than half a minute he had already lost. The musicians who had rushed here did not even have time to intervene. They could only watch helplessly as Ye Qingxuan cruelly kept him alive, draining every bit of music out of him piece by piece before he expired.
It was like his tendons were being peeled off his bones. He screamed as the pain dug deeper in, inch by inch. His blood became hotter and hotter, and his forehead swelled.
Finally, Ye Qingxuan leisurely pulled the last little bit of music out of him, trapping it within the Staff of Fate. He let go of Larbin, who fell limply to the floor.
Although some breath still passed through his lips, the spark was gone from his eyes.