Chu Nangong

Seeing her killing move, the Myriad Leaves Flying Flower Style, so easily neutralized by the black-clad man before her, Young Fate was horrified.

She knew that no matter what, she was no match for this man.

"I can't keep resisting. I must return to Luosheng Hall immediately and report this to Lord Eastern Emperor."

With that thought, Young Fate did not hesitate in the slightest and turned to leave.

However, the moment she turned around, a sneer sounded behind her.

"Trying to leave? Did I say you could?"

Along with the voice came an immensely powerful suction force.

The instant it struck, Young Fate's body became like a fallen leaf in the wind, uncontrollably flying backwards.

Though she used every ounce of strength in her body to resist, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly useless.

In the span of a few breaths, Young Fate was dragged to Su Chen's side and fell into his clutches.

"Relax, take a deep breath. Feeling dizzy is normal..."

Su Chen gripped Young Fate's throat with one hand. As he spoke softly, the fingers of his right hand steadily tightened.

With her throat gripped and the passage for oxygen cut off, Young Fate felt her mind growing increasingly muddled, as though she were about to suffocate to death.

Under the intense suffocating sensation, Young Fate's pearl-like beautiful eyes could not help rolling upward, exposing the whites.

Her red lips parted slightly as she struggled to draw in faint traces of oxygen...

An unnatural flush began to appear on her cheeks.

At first glance, she looked like a heroine in a manga who had been tormented into an Ahegao expression.

Just as Young Fate was about to completely lose consciousness under Su Chen's torment—

Footsteps and the clatter of armor suddenly sounded