The Holy Knight of Snow Dragon laughed with triumph, not an ounce of saintliness left in his demeanor. Instead, he resembled a venomous lowlife. Holding Alanduo by the neck, he sneered at Chen Feng, "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her."
Alanduo's neck was being strangled by the Holy Knight of Snow Dragon, making it impossible for her to breathe. Her face turned purple, her hands desperately clutching at the Holy Knight's wrist, trying to pry them off. But how could her ordinary human strength match that of a saint?
Chen Feng, like an infuriated lion, had never felt such an intense desire to kill someone. His clothes burst with a loud pop, swelling as if even the air around him solidified. He glared at the Holy Knight of Snow Dragon and said, word by word, "What do you want to do?"
"Hahaha... Very well, if you want to save this young lady's life, cut off your own arms. I'll count to three, and if you don't move, I'll kill her!" boasted the Holy Knight of Snow Dragon.
