Yao Lingfeng was lifted into the air, Yi Beidou's hand clamped around his neck. The so-called Perfect Super Warrior had no power to resist whatsoever, unable even to take his own life.
Unable to live and unable to die, his very life and death rested in the hands of the god-like young man before him.
Yi Beidou's expression was calm. With a slight squeeze of his hand, Yao Lingfeng's eyes rolled back in his head, and he lost consciousness.
Normally, the chip in the host's brain would likely have activated under these conditions. But now, with the man in Yi Beidou's grasp, even the brain chip was affected by the magnetic field and temporarily disabled, unable to function.
The surrounding crowd stared, dumbfounded, as Yi Beidou grabbed the menacing middle-aged man and lifted him up. They had no idea what was happening.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
