"Seeking death!" Shii Lin saw Yue Shaochong burst into laughter and heard him spout some nonsense about brotherly loyalty. Immediately anger surged within him, and he tightened his grip on Yue Shaochong's throat even harder!
"Hmph! You trash, fallen into this Young Lord's hands, I'm not afraid of your tough talk!"
Shii Lin spoke to Yue Shaochong with a cold voice, and following that, his right hand, which was clasping Yue Shaochong's throat, suddenly burst forth with a grey-white Corpse Qi.
As the grey-white Corpse Qi appeared, it rushed into the skin at Yue Shaochong's throat, and Yue Shaochong's face instantly turned grey-white, as if it were coated with lime plaster.
"Ah! Aaahh!" Suddenly, an indescribable feeling of discomfort filled Yue Shaochong's entire body. At this moment, Yue Shaochong felt worse than death itself.
