"I'm asking you a question."
Ye Xuan locked Zhang Qingfeng's throat with his right hand. No matter how hard Zhang Qingfeng struggled, he couldn't break free from the grip of Ye Xuan's five fingers.
"How is this possible?"
Zhang Qingfeng was incredibly shocked, his deep eyes trembling intensely. He simply couldn't believe that the person who held his throat with one hand was actually Ye Xuan.
He, Zhang Qingfeng, was a formidable fighter in the late stage of the Tribulation Crossing Realm and was one of the top warriors in the vast Cultivation World! Yet now, he was being held tightly like a helpless fly maggot. The gap between this was simply too immense.
"I'm asking you a question; don't you think you should answer my question first?"
Ye Xuan chuckled coldly, his eyes icy as blades, and stared sharply at Zhang Qingfeng, speaking harshly.
Subsequently.
