Wang Hao's wrist twisted to repel the Saintess Bing Ji.
Saintess Bing Ji clenched her teeth and swept her hand toward Wang Hao's neck.
Her hand chop was swift and fierce as a tiger, and if struck by it, even if one was lucky enough to survive, they would lose half their life.
Seeing the situation was critical, Wang Hao dared not take her lightly, shifting his weight backward and throwing a fist to meet her hand chop.
"Crack!"
Fist met palm, dragon and tiger clashed!
"Whoosh!"
At that instant, a white light broke through the air, wrapping around Wang Hao's neck like a wildly dancing Golden Serpent.
"Hmph, despicable thief, today I will offer your blood as a sacrifice to the gods!"
Before her cold words had a chance to land, Bing Ji subconsciously exerted more force.
The white ribbon tightened further, cutting off Wang Hao's breath completely, turning his handsome face to the color of a pig's liver.
