Di Shitian

"Uh~~"

Luo Xian felt someone's hand clamp around her throat. Terrifying suffocation followed, and fear flooded her mind like a tide. Struggling to breathe, she felt herself being lifted into the air the next instant. Instinctively, she covered her neck with both hands, trying to pry open even the slightest gap, while her feet kicked helplessly.

Her breathing grew more labored, and fear spread through her heart. She screamed for help in her mind, but no one answered. The terror of death cast a shadow over her, yet she was powerless to resist.

"Spare... spare me..."

Luo Xian wanted to beg for mercy, but Gu Sheng's right hand around her neck was like iron. She could not even finish half a sentence. Though the qi of the Sacred Heart Sutra barely kept her alive, as Gu Sheng tightened his grip on her throat, her consciousness began to fade.

In this state, Luo Xian was practically on the verge of death, yet the Sacred Heart Sutra made her more clear-headed than usual. Gazing through the blur at those crimson eyes, she felt boundless regret and fear deep within her.

"Stop!!!"

A furious roar came from the distance, followed by laughter that stirred an inexplicable unease. A strange man wearing an ice mask leaped onto a high point along the street and looked down as he said, "I told you to stop. Didn't you hear me?"

Gu Sheng finally reacted. As his reddened eyes turned toward the voice, the hand choking Luo Xian showed no sign of loosening.

The strange man wearing the ice mask was naturally Di Shitian, the master of Heavenly Gate. Luo City was essentially an outer branch of Heavenly Gate, and sending the Holy Mother and her people to Heavenly Gate had been her order, so he had