Steal

Small hill.

Zhao Feng took Qing Xiaoxue hostage. The latter’s face was pale white and had no energy within her. Her powers had been sealed and didn’t even had the ability to speak.

The three geniuses of the Wind Snow Pavilion were shocked and angry but didn’t dare make any rash moves.

“Bastard, let go of Xiaoxue then beg for forgiveness and we’ll let you live.”

The eagle eyed leading youth said coldly.

His cultivation had reached the peak True Mystic Rank and his battle power comparable to Yu Tianhao. His steps were confident and have off a cold aura. Every action from him was enough to make normal True Spirit Realm’s uneasy.

Zhao Feng expressionlessly put more power on Qing Xiaoxue’s throat.

Qing Xiaoxue’s face instantly turned green as she struggled and coughed with despair. It was obvious she was in pain.

“Stop!”

The expressions of Li Xiao and the other late stage True Mystic Rank changed and the eagle eyed youths’ footsteps paused,