C1207 Who Can Match It?

Ye Xiangyang's hand, pulsing with immortal power, was clenched around Gao Junchi's neck. Despite Gao Junchi's frantic kicks and desperate struggles in the air, his hands and feet flailing, the bulging veins on his neck betrayed the fact that his meridians and blood vessels were completely under Ye Xiangyang's control, cutting off his circulation