Zhu Qilue didn't resist.
It's unclear whether it was because he couldn't react in time or for some other reason.
In any case.
He was now being choked by Tian Lu, held by the throat by a servant from the Water Clan.
It was utterly humiliating!
His face instantly flushed red, and he gripped Tian Lu's wrist, seemingly trying to pry it open.
But to no avail.
Tian Lu's hand was like an iron clamp, unmoved no matter how much force Zhu Qilue applied.
Meanwhile.
Tian Lu wore a domineering, sinister smile, not considering Zhu Qilue, the young master of the Fire Clan, to be of any importance.
"Master Zhu, don't shout at me. I'm in a bad mood right now, don't provoke me. Otherwise, I have a reason to kill you, remember, you're near Wenyu City."
His features twisted, staring fiercely at Zhu Qilue, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Zhu Qilue's face grew paler, devoid of color, barely able to breathe.
