Ye Xiao was swift. He moved like a phantom in the night. He had always been proud of his agility and speed, but faced with the old man, he felt fragile.
Before an eagle caught a chicken, the chicken would still have a chance to run away. to break free. However, Ye Zhen did even have that chance. It felt as though he had presented his head on a silver platter to the old man in front of him.
Lu Zhou's face was expressionless as he gripped Ye Xiao's neck.
Soon enough, Ye Xiao's breathing grew ragged, and his face slowly turned purple. Although he was a cultivator, he would not be able to survive for long if he could breathe. Apart from that, the old man's Primal Qi and energy suppressed him and made him suffer in ways he had never experienced before. He felt as though there was a 1,000-cattie weight pressing on his chest.
"Old mister, he's my personal bodyguard. Please have mercy," Li Yunzheng hastily said.
