"You're asking for death!"
Lii Sheng extended his hand, pointing through the light barrier at Su Han, and said in a cold voice, "Capture this man and bring him back to the sect. I will make him understand the consequences of daring to play me for a fool!"
"Yes!"
The numerous disciples of the Flowing Snow Sect were immediately ready to launch an attack; they had been prepared for some time.
In front of Su Han, Chen Yu also took a step back, preparing to undo his cultivation base.
But at that moment, Su Han suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Chen Yu's neck and yanking it fiercely.
"You've got no cultivation base, have you?"
Su Han stared at Chen Yu, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, "Then you can go die!"
"Crack!"
As his words fell, Su Han forcefully twisted, snapping Chen Yu's neck.
Chen Yu's eyes bulged wide with disbelief.
He was not of the Dragon God Realm; without a Primordial Spirit, physical death meant true death.
