Intimidation

One-Finger Throat Seal!

Beihan Zhong's eyes abruptly widened, filled with utter disbelief and deep incredulity.

He could not believe it.

Yet that finger pierced deeper, its terrifying force steadily destroying his life force.

At the same time, Feng Changsheng's stern, icy voice rang precisely in his ears.

"You harbored killing intent. Death is inevitable!"

"No..." Terror surged in Beihan Zhong's eyes. His throat was sealed, leaving him unable to make a sound, but his Divine Soul transmission rushed into Feng Changsheng's ears, filled with desperate pleading.

However, before his plea could fully fall, Feng Changsheng's finger trembled. As Beihan Zhong's bulging eyes shook violently, his throat exploded apart.

Blood sprayed everywhere. His torn throat burst completely open, bones flying in all directions as a perfectly good head shot backward into the sky.

Pfft—

As the head flew up, blood from the headless corpse erupted like a blood fountain, shooting three zhang into the air.

Everyone: "..."

Dead silence descended all at once!

The North Cold Family stood dumb as wooden chickens!

Beihan Zhong trembled slightly. When Beihan Zhong's head and body, trailing blood, fell straight to the ground and shattered into pieces, he immediately widened his eyes and looked sharply toward the Western Ridge Crown Prince.

At that instant, a flicker of killing intent uncontrollably flashed through his eyes.

A savage, frigid killing intent that would not rest until one side was dead!

Killing a pillar of the North Cold Family before his very eyes—this was truly showing him no respect at all.

Showing the North Cold Family no respect at all.

A vicious slap to the face!

It could also be called suppression!

He had not even taken the throne yet. If he truly became the king of the Yin-Yang Great Sect, then the North Cold Family's future...

That