Chapter 113: The Crazy Poison Venerable

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"

"Six!"

...

Just as Ye Chenfeng counted down to six seconds, Zhao Li'an, whose right shoulder was held by Ye Chenfeng's right hand, had his forehead covered in cold sweat, his face as pale as paper. Ye Chenfeng's calm demeanor felt like a massive mountain pressing on Zhao Li'an's chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Zhao Li'an hurriedly said weakly, "Stop counting, stop counting, I'll tell you everything I know, I'll tell you everything I know."

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chenfeng's mouth, and he gently patted Zhao Li'an's right shoulder, uttering just one word, "Speak."