Gripping the knife handle tightly, Qiuye tried to catch sight of Yang Yu.
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Yang Yu was right in front of her, his hand reaching straight for her neck.
Unable to dodge, Qiuye was mercilessly slammed onto the deck of the warship by Yang Yu, the dull impact echoing over the sea. Qiuye's beloved knife flew from her hand, hitting a barrel and spinning continuously on the deck.
Qiuye's throat was firmly held by Yang Yu, a fierce suffocating sensation washed over her, it felt as though Yang Yu could effortlessly snap her neck with just a little force.
Faster than father indeed, so this is the power of the Dragon God Conference winner...
Qiuye and Yang Yu met eyes, Yang Yu's gaze filled with sternness, his words from before were not a joke.
People around wanted to stop Yang Yu, but he immediately released his grip, stood up easily, while Qiuye laid on the ground, coughed violently, gasping for air.
