Chu Qianli had just finished speaking when suddenly, her jaw tightened!
Then, there came a harsh pain!
She widened her eyes, staring dead at the man who instantly appeared before her!
This man's Qinggong had reached a level of near perfection.
In just the blink of an eye, he had moved from a dozen steps away to directly in front of her.
Her jaw was gripped tightly by him.
Feng Yexuan's five fingers tightened, and her face was immediately pinched by him.
Pain!
So painful that her eyebrows furrowed tightly together!
But she still bit her lip, refusing to show weakness in front of him!
Even though, his frightening inner strength was almost making her spit blood!
"Don't think you can really do whatever you want,"
Feng Yexuan's indifferent eyes, like the pitch-black Han Pond, were bottomless and as chilling and dreadful as hell itself.
Chu Qianli didn't speak.
She was in too much pain to speak!
But even without speaking, her eyes were filled with defiance.