His neck, densely covered with dragon scale marks, slowly faded away.
"Heh..."
Xiahou Shen stared at Xue Jing, his neck being choked, he could only emit a hoarse and meaningless sound, unable to speak.
He had many doubts in his heart.
Those scale-like things on the young man's neck, were probably some kind of defensive martial technique, how did he manage to use it in such a short time?
Also, at the moment he swung his fist to strike, he seemed to see another layer of black, leather-like material suddenly appear on the opponent's neck...
Was it an illusion?
It seemed like a long time, but from when they spoke to when the fight ended, it was only a matter of seconds.
At the hotel entrance, two figures rushed out, one of which was a middle-aged man. Seeing Xiahou Shen being held in the air by Xue Jing's chokehold, his expression changed immediately and he said anxiously.
"Friend, let's talk this out! Don't be impulsive!"
