On a summit of Kunlun Mountain,
a Rolls-Royce luxury car was parked there. Beside the car, Zhang Jinlong's five fingers became claws, clutching Li Jin Yan's throat with one hand and using her as a hostage to threaten the purple-robed figure in front of him.
This purple-robed Taoist had such an overpowering cultivation that Zhang Jinlong's complexion was ashen.
At this moment, his fingers were tightly gripping Li Jin Yan's neck. He wasn't holding a hostage but his own life.
Only by using Li Jin Yan as a threat would the purple-robed Taoist show any apprehension. Otherwise, the opponent's power could have killed him hundreds of times in an instant.
Zhang Jinlong said, "Senior, let me go, and I guarantee I won't harm a hair on Li Jin Yan's head. How about it?"
Madness filled Zhang Jinlong's face, giving off a sense that if he wasn't allowed to leave, there would be mutual destruction.
