Long Yuanzhi was still feeling smug when his neck was suddenly grabbed and he didn't react at all.
Long Yuanzhi's aptitude could only be considered average in the Long family. He was only at the third level of Ancient Martial Arts at the age of 34. How could he be a match for Mu Tianyan, a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refinement?
"Uh—uh, uh—"
Long Yuanzhi felt as if an invisible hand was strangling his neck. The force was so strong that he couldn't breathe and could only make hair-raising noises.
At this moment, Long Yuanzhi, who had one foot into the grave, widened his eyes with strong fear.
The disciples of the Long family didn't know what happened at all. On the surface, they only saw their young master grabbing his neck, which made them feel inexplicably terrified.
"Young Master, what… What's wrong with you?"
"Young Master, are you joking with us?"
"Why do I feel like Young Master is about to suffocate?"
