Li Pingsheng extended his left hand.
Purple lightning crackled at his fingertips, aimed at Shi Yan's throat.
He made no attempt to hide his killing intent.
If he spared the Black Water Gang's new leader today, he would know no peace tomorrow.
If he did not get rid of him, there would be trouble down the road.
Shi Yan backed away, his spine pressed tightly against the warped iron wall.
There was nowhere left to retreat.
He opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but bloody froth sprayed from his throat and clogged his windpipe.
All he could make were a few hoarse "huh-huh" sounds.
Li Pingsheng stepped over the pool of blood on the ground.
His left hand lowered, ready to slice through Shi Yan's neck.
A sound came from atop the black iron coffin.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Shriveled fingers tapped against the coffin lid.
"Brother, please spare his life."
Old Wu spoke.
Li Pingsheng's left hand stopped in midair. The purple lightning at his fingertips was less than half an inch from Shi Yan's Adam's apple.
Killing Shi Yan would take no more than half a breath. One press of his hand would do it.
But if he killed him, Old Wu would make his move.
Li Pingsheng had just detonated the lightning qi in his dantian. [Resilient Meridians] had reached its limit, and the blood vessels beneath his skin bulged visibly.
His right arm had been frozen by the chill of the Spirit-Subduing Jade, and half his body was already numb.
If he fought head-on now, he would surely die.
The jade in his arms was Yunmei's life. He could not gamble with it out of spite.
Li Pingsheng withdrew his left hand.
"Give me a reason."
Li Pingsheng looked at Old Wu atop the black iron