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Nalan Fenfei looked at Zhou Yuan, who was locked by the throat, and felt an urgent panic.

However, the imposing aura of a peak master in the Divinity Transformation Realm was an insurmountable mountain to her, who was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, so she could only fret helplessly.

"Ugh…"

Zhou Yuan's face turned red from asphyxiation, but he fearlessly met Han Mengqiu's gaze and gritted his teeth, saying, "I… never… concocted an antidote…"

"Heh... Hahaha…"

He knew he couldn't escape the grasp of the Han Clan, especially on their own turf.

His action was meant to force the lord of the Han Clan into negotiations, as it was the only way to secure a cure for the Ice Gu.

"You…"

Han Mengqiu felt his blood boil with anger, nearly leading to a cerebral congestion. The murderous intent in him became much more substantial in the blink of an eye…

"Han Mengqiu, you… you old bastard, dare harm him, my mother… will certainly not… let you off!"