The Wild Man King did not unleash an overwhelming pressure attack on Yang Xiao; instead, he slowly increased it bit by bit, gradually reaching Yang Xiao's limit of endurance.
Yang Xiao's face turned red, large beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and he struggled to breathe.
"Damn it!"
Yang Xiao cursed inwardly.
Seeing this, Ah Bao, who was on one side, feared that the Wild Man King might accidentally kill Yang Xiao. He knelt down with a "plop" and urgently cried out:
"Great Chief, he,"
The white-haired old man glanced at Ah Bao, let out a light sigh, and stopped the Cultivation Technique.
Yang Xiao felt a lightness in his body, the pressure disappeared suddenly, and his breathing became smooth.
"Why are you panicking? If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't do it in this room. Wouldn't it dirty my room? Ah, you guys, compared to this kid, you're far behind."
Ah Bao's face flushed as he said urgently:
