Feng Minglun's feet hung in the air, his face turned red, and his hands were beating constantly on the arm that grabbed his throat, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake Guan Yu's arm.

Gradually, Feng Minglun felt that his breathing became more and more urgent and his consciousness became more and more blurred. Until now, he felt a deep fear of Guan Yu. He didn't realize that he had been neglected before. The role he looked down upon was more ruthless than anyone else.

Guan Yu held Feng Minglun up like this. When he was dying, Guan Yu's hand moved. He grabbed Feng Minglun's throat...