Gao Qixin didn’t think that Li Qiye would dare to kill him in public, especially not in the young lord’s presence. That would be suicidal.

“I see.” Li Qiye teleported in front of him and raised him up in the air by his throat. The crowd had no idea how he did it; they only saw Gao Qixin’s face turning red.

He kicked his legs and struggled but it was useless.

“Ss-save me!” He finally uttered two words and asked for help, feeling the presence of death looming.

“Stop!”...