"Ye Zhen, you... you took advantage of my precarious situation and captured me using such means. I refuse to accept this..."
"Enough, Leng Kang, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? You think a few taunts would make me let you go just because I'm young and impetuous?" Before Leng Kang could finish, Ye Zhen sneered.
The spiritual power pressing on Leng Kang's throat sank again, transforming into a blade that quietly pierced half an inch deep, causing blood to flow profusely.
"Whether you want to live or die, it depends on your mouth!" Ye Zhen sneered.
Ye Zhen's current methods aren't considered ruthless, but for Leng Kang, it was as if his entire body was drenched in sweat instantly.
The blood flowing from his neck and the coughing caused by the blood flowing into a small cut in his windpipe made Leng Kang feel a unprecedented death threat.
Even though at the moment, these injuries aren't considered serious.
