There was a clear contrast between the aggressive Peng and the nonchalant Li Qiye in this standoff. The third party was the anticipating crowd.

“Hahaha, time’s over, it’s too late for you to beg...” Peng Chujun intimidated.

“You’re overthinking it.” Li Qiye interrupted him with a smile: “Someone like you wants me to beg? That’s akin to an ant asking an elephant to kneel. You think too highly of yourself and your clan.”

“You!” Chujun turned red while trembling with rage.

“Unfortunately, you don’t even know who you have offended. I won’t just kill your son now, but also you, and everyone else...