The black-moled young man grabbed at Ye Qingyu's wrists, and fiercely squeezed.

    At that instant, he could already imagine that he would very quickly hear the sounds of the bones in Ye Qingyu's hand snapping and breaking, hear the sounds of Ye Qingyu's tragic screams...

    But, the next moment, the rebounding force that came from his palm made the black-moled youth realize that something was not quite right.

    At the moment when he twisted, Ye Qingyu's hand did not even move in the slightest.

    "Eh?" There was a shocked complexion that appeared on the youth's face, then he sneered: "I underestimated you... but, to think you dare to resist. Originally, I was only going to cripple your hand, but right now, I will hack apart your entire limb..."

    As he finished, he subconsciously used an even greater force to twist at Ye Qingyu's palm.

    Bu Ye Qingyu's wrist did not even budge even with that.

    "How is this possible? You..." The complexion of the black-moled youth finally changed.

    At that moment, he finally began to realize something was not right.

    The youth held Ye Qingyu's wrist, and felt that what he grabbed was not made from flesh and blood, but divine steel. No...