“So you’re saying that Yun Che is now dead?” For a moment, Murong Yi’s eyes flashed in excitement and delight.
“No!” Yun Che walked over to Murong Yi’s bedside as a mysterious smile appeared on his face. “He’s not dead. Not only is he not dead, he’s also still living really well. However, as for you, Murong Yi, you’re going to die really soon.”
Feng Baiyi’s words stunned Murong Yi momentarily, but before he could even utter another word, Yun Che had already extended his hand at lightning speed, and tightly gripped at his throat.
“Erk~~~~” Murong Yi’s pair of eyes instantly widened to the extreme. He grabbed onto Yun Che’s arm with both hands as a painful and dry sound was emitted from his throat.
Yun Che knew very well about the severity of Murong Yi’s injuries. The current Murong Yi was basically not even the least bit of threat to him, not to mention that he had even made a new breakthrough with the medicinal strength of the Goldscale Dragon Transforming Pellet. Even the two hands that were grabbing onto his own arm, were loose and powerless.