Secret Technique

A Dai, whose neck was gripped, instinctively tried to break free. But an eerie force flowed from Long Hui's palm, instantly locking down all the meridians in her body.

"Stop struggling!" Long Hui sneered. "I taught you everything you know. I know every meridian in your body like the back of my hand. Didn't you say you were willing to give everything for me? Now, I need your strength..."

As he spoke, bulging veins suddenly rose from where Long Hui's hand touched A Dai's neck and began spreading across her body. At the same time, the Gang Qi around her became unstable, growing dimmer and dimmer until it finally went out.

"Lord... Apostle..." A Dai's whole body trembled as she forced out the words in agony.

She could feel the Life Energy within her being continuously drained by Long Hui. Her body grew weaker and weaker, while her consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Just as A Dai was about to lose consciousness, the thug gripping her neck suddenly let go.

A Dai hit the ground with a thud. Completely powerless, she could only barely open her eyes and see someone standing in the room, one hand gripping the neck of Long Hui, who had taken over the Second Prince's body, lifting his massive frame into the air.

It was... him?

A Dai recognized Luo Jun's face, but she was already too badly drained to get back up. She could only lie there and stare blankly...

"Long Hui, do you still recognize me?" Luo Jun sneered as he held the burly man, who was half a head taller than himself, by the throat.

"You... you're that brat who ambushed me!" Long Hui grabbed Luo Jun's arm with both hands and tried to pry himself free. Yet that forearm seemed forged from steel.