"You! Let go of me now!" Zhan Wutian's old face was flushed red. His heart was racing like a herd of horses, not knowing what words to use to express himself.
Because he was in close combat with Jia Zhenjing, who wasn't his match, but this guy's cunning and deceitful tricks were endless. He actually grabbed his little member~ This kind of embarrassment almost made Zhan Wutian, who was a Sect Master, want to bang his head against tofu. Such disgrace!
"Let go! Let go now!"
Zhan Wutian roared in fury, leaning over to punch Jia Zhenjing heavily in the face.
Smack!
Blood sprayed!
But Jia Zhenjing showed no intention of letting go.
The strength between his fingers increased fiercely, causing Zhan Wutian to howl in pain. The difference between him and Jia Zhenjing was just a little. Jia Zhenjing lost simply because of his weakness in close combat.
His body wasn't as robust as Zhan Wutian's. By relying on deceitful tricks, he squeezed Zhan Wutian to the point he almost wanted to cry.
