Humiliation
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Just when Patriarch Li sneered, the hand that was reaching for Feng Jiu's neck had nearly reached his target when the situation changed suddenly. The sudden change startled him and his face turned pale.
Feng Jiu watched quietly as Patriarch Li's hand, which was filled with strong spirit energy, reached for his own neck. Maybe in the eyes of others, his speed was extremely fast, however, in her eyes of the peak level Immortal Emperor, his Immortal Sacred level speed was extremely slow, so slow she couldn't bear to watch.
She took a small step with her left foot to the side when the big hand reached towards her and shifted her body slightly so that she avoided his hand easily. At the same time, she raised her hand and her four fingers touched the top of the opponent's wrist while her thumb was placed under the wrist. Just like that, his wrist was flipped over without much effort, and she saw the shocked face of Patriarch Li as he let out a scream with a pale face.