"What are you doing? Let go of him!"
"Let go of him and you might be able to live. Otherwise, death is your only option!"
The cultivators shouted sharply and stared at Feng Jiu as they drew their swords out one by one and prepared to strike. However, Feng Jiu glanced casually at them and her grip on the middle-aged man's neck tightened.
"You think I don't dare to kill you?" Though her voice was slow and soft, it made those people shiver inexplicably.
"If you kill me, you won't survive!"
The middle-aged man didn't appear to be afraid, as if he knew that she wouldn't dare to kill him. Although his throat was being pinched and it was difficult to breathe, making it hard for him to speak, he still spoke out forcefully.
