Three oppressive forces simultaneously intensified, and Jiang Qi directly vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Kid, watch your mouth, if you keep yapping, you might lose more than the ability to speak—it could be your life," Gu Ying said, a hint of shallow murderous intent appearing in the depths of his eyes as he looked at Jiang Qi.
If it weren't for the fact that he recognized this kid had some relation to Gu Xiyue, fearing that killing him could affect the harmony between Gu Xiyue and Master Zhi, he would have been dead by now.
Even after spitting out blood, the oppressive force did not diminish, and Jiang Qi was already struggling to endure it. Clutching his chest, he stepped back a few paces with a ferocious look, keeping his eyes fixated on the three men without saying another word.
He resembled a beaten dog without any strength to fight back, left with nothing but a gaze to resist.
Gu Ying snorted coldly and withdrew his oppressive force.
