The sharp chicken leg bone, as if it were a sharpened sword, unexpectedly traced out a cold gleam in midair, seemingly aimed at killing Chen Yi in one swift strike.
Before it reached his throat, the old beggar's hand abruptly halted mid-motion.
"The Squad Leader of the Beggar Sect's Capital City branch, an elder indeed—do you have no martial integrity?"
Chen Yi looked helpless.
The old beggar's expression grew dark and ambiguous.
A single chopstick hovered over the old beggar's head at his crown point. If he pushed the chicken leg bone even an inch closer to Chen Yi's throat, the chopstick, guided by Qi, would pierce him a fraction of a second earlier.
A difference of mere fractions could lead to a world apart.
Even if the old beggar could pierce Chen Yi's throat, timely pressure point intervention could merely result in a serious injury for Chen Yi, whereas the old beggar would lose his life instantly.
