Xu Qing’s eyes swirled with icy coldness as he reached back to a shadowy figure behind him, grabbed it by the throat, and dragged it out into the open. It struggled, but that didn’t do any good.2

When its features became clear, it was... Li Ziliang! However, his face was turning pitch black, as he had been poisoned. The moment Xu Qing touched him, the poison took effect and he started rotting.0

Meanwhile, the fleeing Li Ziliang blurred and then disappeared. 1

As Li Ziliang struggled, his face was a mask of incredulity. “How did you know I was here? That should be impossible! What’s more, your mind hasn’t shown even a hint of misgivings. What... what did you experience to give you such incredible willpower??”19

All past opponents that Li Ziliang had used this tactic on did the same thing. They rushed after the fleeing version of himself to kill him. After all, everyone had secrets that they wanted to keep. All of his words had been designed to arouse suspicions and doubts. Usually, people who heard them ended up distracted, and would thus chase after the fake version of Li Ziliang...3