If they had three portions of Naihe, Qu Jianlei would naturally have wanted to take Ke Ruian's head with him. That was also the Panda Organization's signature way of doing things.
But it was truly too difficult. The governor's security was extremely tight, and the guards were fully focused on defense.
So he could only choose to behead the man, then have Bentley deliver the final blow.
Once the head was severed, all the armor the other party wore shattered. The final Falling Thunder Art should have been enough to destroy his consciousness.
As soon as the Falling Thunder Art was unleashed, the five-person team withdrew without hesitation.
"His Excellency is in danger!" someone roared, somehow suppressing most of the noise at the scene.
The one roaring was the Assistant Supreme. He held a charred head in his hands, wisps of white smoke still rising from it.
His eyes were bloodshot and looked ready to split apart. Wild, chaotic Coercive Pressure erupted from his body, and he seemed on the verge of losing control.
"If you fail to catch the murderer, you... will all be buried with him!"
But immediately afterward, another wave of extreme cold swept through the area. Everyone at the scene stiffened. "Again?"
This wave was even colder than the last, its chill shooting straight into their heads... and even their souls!
"Fuck... that's ruthless," Blood River Butcher muttered. "They're actually snatching the Element Field outright?"
To be honest, he had been caught completely off guard as well. Who could have imagined that Ke Ruian would die in such circumstances? To the Empire, a Planet Governor's status... was simply incomparable to that of a Supreme.
Supremes merely enjoyed certain privileges because of their cultivation.
But governors managed territory for the Empire. Even an A-rank governor represented the