Xia Feng hated threats, but there was nothing he could do, as he was utterly powerless now.
Huang Zhaoyue had used some method, directly sealing his Spiritual Particle flow.
He couldn't escape at all.
However.
"Dragon Spirit Blood..."
Xia Feng tugged at the corner of his lips, mocking with a cold smile, "Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, then you can kill me, as long as you can kill me, the Dragon Spirit Blood is yours to extract."
Seeing his persistent stubbornness, Huang Zhaoyue gave him an indifferent glance, nodding slightly, "As you wish."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and made a gesture.
Xia Feng immediately felt his body trembling, his Residual Soul about to uncontrollably detach.
Yet Huang Zhaoyue suddenly hesitated, flipping her hand forward, and Xia Feng's Residual Soul, which was about to leave his body and shatter, instantly returned to its original position, merging again with his body.
