95 Nine-Inch Spirit Root

Wang Baole attacked too quickly for anyone to react, even Huang Gui. Wang Baole had already grabbed the youth's finger and bent it upward. A sharp pain immediately spread from the youth's finger to the rest of his body.

"Ah, let go, let go!" the youth screamed. He had never had such an experience in his life, and his cry was extremely pathetic. His body started to bend unconsciously.

Wang Baole snorted. He felt that he was already very low-key as he did not bother anyone. However, this person actually came to mock him for some baffling reason.

He could not tolerate this. He glared and roared at him, "Hurry up. The other schoolmates are entering the mystic realm—call me Daddy!"

That youth's face was pale, and he wanted to struggle. However, Wang Baole's vice-like grip was too strong. The limits of his joint caused the youth to feel a rush of pain whenever he moved, so he could not struggle out of the hold.