Daring Not to Run, but Actually Walking Toward Me?

Bai Ye let out a low, sinister chuckle. The feeling of crushing weaklings was so addictive that he lost himself in it.

He hated evenly matched battles. He... liked nothing more than overwhelming his opponents!

An Xiaotong, in his arms, looked at Bai Ye's so-called Blood Qi Body Protection and could barely stand to watch. There was no technique to it at all—he had simply covered his fingers in a lump of Blood Qi. Not only was it loose and scattered, it was horribly wasteful.

Leopard was so frightened by the wicked girl before him that his heart seemed to skip a beat. He hurriedly changed his move, bringing both hands together as if embracing something, his claws slashing viciously toward the girl's neck.

At that moment, a hand arrived later yet struck first, fluttering like a butterfly among flowers. It abruptly appeared at Leopard's neck, then... clenched hard!

"Urgh..." Leopard's movements came to an abrupt halt. His neck instantly twisted out of shape, and blood that could no longer circulate congested in his face, turning it red.

His eyeballs were webbed with blood vessels, nearly bulging from their sockets.

Bai Ye held him aloft in midair. Leopard desperately pried at that slender, fair hand with both hands, but it was like trying to bend a steel bar with his bare hands—it did not budge in the slightest.

The others were too terrified by the dreadful Blood Qi fluctuations radiating from Bai Ye to step forward. It felt like facing death itself.

Bai Ye lifted Leopard before his eyes and asked softly, "Why does a weakling like you have the courage to stand before me?"

Leopard could not answer. The intense suffocation made his blood feel almost frozen, the strength draining rapidly from his body as his eyes gradually rolled