"Since you knew the rope had a problem, why did you still allow me to tie you up?" An Li asked in confusion.
"Because I wasn't sure if you were the person I suspected."
"Whether I am or not, you have no chance of finding out now. Prepare to die!"
"An Li" suddenly shouted, and the whip snapped fiercely. In that instant, the whip became rigid, transforming into a Western-style fencing sword.
If it were to pierce him, death would be certain.
"Do you really think you can kill me?" Ye Haochuan said with a half-smile.
"At this point, are you still deluding yourself?" "An Li" sneered coldly. "Stop struggling and savor the taste of death!"
"An Li" let out a cold laugh, and the whip sword thrust forward, aiming directly at Ye Haochuan's chest.
Ye Haochuan's hands and feet were bound, and his cultivation was completely suppressed, making it impossible for him to dodge.
However, this didn't mean he was entirely without resistance.
