Yan Yu yawned.
Having helped others so many times, he had become precise in controlling the amount of True Yang he extracted, avoiding severe damage to his vitality.
But this time, the damage was more mental because Tang Xiaolian's voice was incredibly penetrating… even now, Yan Yu felt her cries echoing in his ears.
Am I really that violent?
In terms of combat power, Tang Xiaolian and Xie Ruoxi were of the same level: the ultra-soft type that would collapse with a gentle push, distinctly different from others.
The difference was, faced with Yan Yu's brute strength, Xie Ruoxi would quickly choose to give up, "Either kill me or let me go"; while Tang Xiaolian would go, "Although I can't beat you, I'll scream so the whole world knows you're bullying me."
Moreover, in terms of attributes, Xie Ruoxi was like clay, appearing completely exhausted and unable to move, but would suddenly start wriggling in a strange way.
