"Heh...let...let go..."
Xuanyuan Aotian was gripped by the neck and lifted by Chen Hao, his face turning so red with the struggle to breathe that it was hard to breathe, his hands frantically trying to pry Chen Hao's fingers loose, but it was a completely futile effort.
Seeing this, Chen Hao just curled his lips and said, "Don't you have the Divine Skill in your hands? Why don't you use it?"
With that, his hand loosened, but he had already casually thrown Xuanyuan Aotian to the ground.
The other man struggled to take a breath, glared at Chen Hao with fierce hatred, and said, "If it wasn't because I've reached a critical point in my practice recently, to prevent deviation and it's not suitable for me to fight, do you think you could beat me!?"
But the answer to Xuanyuan Aotian was—
Slap!
A crisp and loud slap rang out.
Xuanyuan Aotian was suddenly stunned, and his voice also stopped abruptly.
"Deviate?"
Slap!
Chen Hao slapped him across the face.
"Xuanyuan Family?"
Slap!