"How does it feel now?"
Ye Qingfeng asked again.
Holding Xia Wuyi by the neck, like he was holding a chick.
Xia Wuyi's facial features were distorted from pain at this moment.
Yet, his throat was clenched by Ye Qingfeng internally, unable to scream.
The pain was trapped in his chest, turning his face a liver-like purple.
However, there was a hint of pleading in his expression.
Even though he was a Martial Artist with a body stronger than most.
He couldn't withstand the pain of a broken arm and bleeding.
Continuing like this, the only outcome is death from blood loss.
"Pa!"
Ye Qingfeng released his grip.
Xia Wuyi coughed uncontrollably.
"Ahhhh!!!!"
Regaining his senses,
Xia Wuyi clutched his broken arm and screamed heart-wrenchingly.
"Kneel and beg for mercy... or all your limbs will be broken, I won't say it a third time."
Ye Qingfeng's cold voice resonated.
Looking down at Xia Wuyi.
Like an emperor looking down at his subjects.
