Soaring Hawk Monarch was tied up above the city gate just like Li Qiye’s order.

“A warrior chooses death before dishonor! Just kill me!” The humiliated cultivator bellowed.

He was a famous big shot yet now, the crowd was staring at his humiliating state. This was unbearable.

“You’re no warrior.” Jian Sanqiang laughed and sealed the monarch’s veins.

The monarch could no longer scream nor commit suicide.

“Is the message sent?” Li Qiye smiled.

“Yes, Young Noble. They have received your message.” Xu Yiyun replied.

“Alright,...