Just as the disciple ahead and the surrounding disciples laughed heartily, Yang Xiaotian suddenly grasped the throat of the disciple in front of him and lifted him from the ground like he was picking up a duck.
The disciple looked at Yang Xiaotian with shock and anger, throwing a punch at Yang Xiaotian, attempting to blast him away. However, as soon as his fist shot forward, it was caught by Yang Xiaotian.
Then, Yang Xiaotian twisted his hand, and the disciple let out a piercing scream, his entire arm twisted into a pretzel shape by Yang Xiaotian.
"You're courting death!" The disciple roared, furiously launching his other hand towards Yang Xiaotian's chest.
But his other hand was caught by Yang Xiaotian just as quickly.
Yang Xiaotian's eyes were cold.
It was as if the disciple guessed what Yang Xiaotian was going to do next; his face was full of fear. Just as he was about to speak, his other arm was similarly twisted into a pretzel shape by Yang Xiaotian.
