Kuiling Gorge, in the forest by the river.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Han Zhao grabbed Murong Qi's neck and raised him high with one hand. White-gold electric arcs flickered around his body, paralyzing Murong Qi's entire body and making him lose the ability to resist.
Chi chi chi!
Murong Qi grabbed Han Zhao's arm tightly with both hands. He used his sharp claws with all his might. Other than scratching the scales on Han Zhao's arm until sparks flew, he could not break through his defense at all.
"Hehe… The Murong aristocratic family and the Hundred Spirit Sect… won't… let you off!" Murong Qi's face turned purple and his eyes bulged.
"At least you can't see it, right?" Han Zhao sneered.
"You can't… I beg you…" Under the fear of death, Murong Qi had the thought of begging for mercy for the first time.
