The voice had barely faded.
Before Sun Yingyu could react, Su Chen burst forth again, raising his hand into an Eagle Claw.
That simple Eagle Claw contained an overwhelmingly vast aura, like a scorching sun plummeting from the sky, dazzling and flashing intensely.
Tearing through the air, the Eagle Claw bore down with crushing force, lunging forward at a frenzied pace, and in an instant, it was poised to snatch Qiao Yuan's throat.
At that moment, Qiao Yuan felt not only the searing pain caused by the turbulent wind before him but also the imminent danger and closeness of death.
His heart pounded violently, his alertness at its peak, and his reaction was as quick as it could be, wanting to counterattack or defend while retreating, but...
He was still too slow!!!
Spurt...
Su Chen's fingers, like sharp swords, directly plunged into the flesh and bones of Qiao Yuan's neck.
There was absolutely no interval between; Qiao Yuan was choked instantly.
