"Oh? Trying to show off how tough your bones are to me?"
Zhou Dao let out a cold snort, as immense pressure suddenly increased.
"If you're so tough, kill me then," Yue Chongmen said through gritted teeth, his neck stiff.
"A real man," Zhou Dao appreciated, his aura climbing once again.
"I'm not showing off... I'm not showing off anymore..."
Yue Chongmen screamed miserably, sensing a weird strength assaulting him, as if his body were dough being squeezed in someone's hand, all his blood being forced to one spot, his bones creaking alarmingly.
"Mercy, Sir... Mercy, Sir..."
Yue Chongmen, in pain, promptly changed his tune.
"It seems your bones aren't that tough after all!" Zhou Dao said indifferently.
"In front of Sir... I can't stay hard... truly can't..."
Yue Chongmen lowered his once lofty head, becoming limp.
"Senior brother, since he knows he's wrong, let's spare him this once," Qi Yu stepped forward, urging quickly.
