"Y-Yes! We need to capture a female disciple from the Azure Moon Sect inside the secret realm!"
Yan Moxuan, who heard this, didn't release his hand and coldly asked,
"I'm sure you wouldn't forget what our target looks like, right?"
Ye Mo nodded hurriedly,
"Of course I remember her face! There aren't that many females who would fit such a description…"
Then Ye Mo felt the hand gripping his neck gradually release, and he was dropped onto the floor.
Thump.
He caressed his neck, which felt like it had nearly snapped a moment ago.
"Thank you—"
Before he could finish, a red flash cut across his vision, followed by a tearing pain in his mind.
SPURT!
"Argh!"
Ye Mo screamed as his right arm was completely severed, while blood bursting out uncontrollably.
Yan Moxuan said coldly,
"This is your first and last warning… If there is a next time, it will be your head that is severed."
Ye Mo gritted his teeth in agony, yet a strange smile rose on his face.
"Yes…"
