One Glance, Thousand Years.
Song Gudú had the ability to stretch time infinitely long and shrink it instantaneously.
When Song Gudú wanted to seize Li Mu Yang, the moment he "thought" of it, he had already "done" it. Because time had been shortened at extreme speed, the distance had also drawn infinitely closer. It looked as though Song Gudú had only just reached out his hand, yet it was already clamped around Li Mu Yang's neck.
Li Mu Yang had no time or opportunity to fight back.
Unless he, too, stepped into the Divine Roam Realm and mastered the "One Glance, Thousand Years" technique, or his cultivation and realm were higher and more formidable than that old dog Song Gudú's.
Song Gudú's hand was thin and withered, gentle, and seemingly not exerting much force.
It was merely a simple squeeze, yet no matter how Li Mu Yang struggled, he could not move or escape.
Just as Song Gudú had said, this really was much simpler.
Song Gudú lifted Li Mu Yang by the neck as though he were holding up a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
Song Gudú stared down at Li Mu Yang's eyes and said, "Li Mu Yang, what is your answer?"
"I've already stated my terms," Li Mu Yang said. His speech was normal, and so was his breathing. Although a hand now gripped his neck, it had not brought him any sense of pressure or death. "Release my family. Let all the Lu Clan members go. Then I'll tell you the secret of the dragon race's longevity. Otherwise, I'd rather die with them."
Li Mu Yang knew that with Song Gudú's nature—caring nothing for anything in the world and seeking only eternal life—even if he told him the secret of the dragon race, Song Gudú would