Feng Wuchen suddenly struck, his hand clasping the great adept's throat.
The adept did not resist at all, not even dodging after sensing it.
"You think I don't dare?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, his eyes glinting with menace.
"I have the Xuanlong Guard and Long Xiaofeng in my hands; even if you have the power to kill me, you wouldn't dare make a move. Besides, whether you can kill me is another matter. Your power is indeed strong, but mine isn't weak either; you may not be able to kill me."
The adept smiled faintly, quite confident in his own strength.
As expected, the moment after he spoke, the adept's figure disappeared into thin air.
Even being held by Feng Wuchen, he was still able to escape.
"Vaporization?" Feng Wuchen was slightly surprised; he could clearly feel the adept's body turning into gas and vanishing.
It was precisely for this reason that the adept could escape from Feng Wuchen's grasp.
