"Ye Zhen, y-you took advantage of my peril! You captured me alive with such methods—I refuse to accept this!"
"Oh, spare me, Leng Kang. Do you take me for a three-year-old? Did you think a few provocations would make a hot-blooded young man release you?" Before Leng Kang could finish, Ye Zhen sneered.
The spiritual power pressing against Leng Kang's throat sank again, forming a blade that silently cut half an inch into his flesh. Blood immediately streamed out sideways.
"Whether you live or die depends on that mouth of yours!" Ye Zhen sneered.
Ye Zhen's methods at present could not even be called particularly ruthless, yet Leng Kang was instantly drenched in sweat.
The blood flowing from his neck, along with the choking caused by blood flooding back into the tiny cut in his windpipe, made Leng Kang feel an unprecedented threat of death.
Even though, for now, such injuries were nothing much.
But Leng Kang knew very well that if Ye Zhen wished it, he could take his life in an instant.
Moreover, he believed Ye Zhen had every reason to kill him.
Leaving aside all their previous clashes and grudges, the tricks he had played during the affair involving the Catfish Flood Dragon were enough for Ye Zhen to kill him several times over.
What was more, they were exploring this ancient relic residence. Even if he died here, it would happen without a sound; no one would even suspect that Ye Zhen had anything to do with his death.
Everyone would think he had died amid the hundreds or thousands of tree demons.
Under such circumstances, no matter how powerful his background was, it posed no deterrent to Ye Zhen. Besides, his status as the Young Palace Master of Xuan Shui Palace might not even compare