Young Master Yao Ye didn't gain any advantage in front of Chu Yuqin, on the other side, Chu Xiong was completely suppressed by Muye Huang in their battlefield.
After a fierce battle of half an hour, Chu Xiong was severely wounded, covered in blood, and not at all a match for Muye Huang.
"Chu Xiong, do you feel desperate?"
Muye Huang wore a sinister smile, with a look of amusement as he watched Chu Xiong.
This was the result of him holding back. If he had gone all out, Chu Xiong wouldn't have survived until now. He wanted Chu Xiong to die in despair.
Chu Xiong's complexion was pale, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.
"Muye Huang, even if I die, I'll make you pay a price!"
Chu Xiong said each word distinctly, his tone as cold as if it came from Under Nine Nether.
"You're already at the end of your rope, what can you do to me?"
Muye Huang's tone was filled with contempt; now, if he wanted to kill Chu Xiong, it would be in the span of a thought.