Yan Yichen, with one hand, gripped Master Li's neck, who weighed about 160 pounds, and lifted him up into the air. You have to know, he himself didn't look tall, and appeared quite weak, like a frail chicken.
But now, he's not himself anymore; he's possessed by a ghost!
At this moment, Master Li's face turned blue, struggling for breath yet barely managing to exhale, feeling worse than being dead!
At the same time, hearing Yan Yichen say, "Dying is not so easy," he saw his other hand reach out, yes, the hand holding the glinting knife.
Master Li instantly summoned the last bit of his strength, desperately trying to slap Yan Yichen's hand with both of his, attempting to break free, but that hand was like an iron clamp, utterly immovable.
"You damned bunch, it's because you have that thing that you can wreak havoc everywhere!" Yan Yichen slashed at Master Li's crotch with the knife,
"Cut it off, let's see how you can!!!"
