Three seconds.
A full three seconds of silence.
Only then did the guards react.
"Assassination!"
A furious shout ripped through the silence.
Around the hall, the eight Martial King guards drew their blades at once and closed in on Lin Feng.
The alarm blared.
The entire Headquarters building's defense system sprang into action. Dense footsteps sounded in the corridors as more Martial Ancestors and Martial King-level guards charged toward the hall.
Lin Feng stood between the two corpses, Mountain Splitter still dripping with blood.
He held the blade across his chest, his vital energy faintly radiating outward.
The eight guards came within five meters of him.
"Stop."
Zhou Che's voice wasn't loud.
But the eight guards' feet seemed nailed to the floor. They couldn't take another step.
The pressure of a Martial Saint spread from the seat of honor, blanketing the entire hall.
Everyone's breathing grew heavier.
"Put away your weapons. Stand down."
The eight guards exchanged glances, hesitated for half a second, then sheathed their blades in unison and returned to their places.
The guards who had rushed in were stopped at the entrance. They craned their necks, peering into the hall.
Zhou Che rose from the seat of honor.
He walked down the steps, one at a time, neither hurried nor slow.
Everyone in the hall automatically made way for him.
Zhou Che stopped in front of Lin Feng.
They stood three paces apart.
A Martial Saint facing a Martial Ancestor.
Lin Feng gripped Mountain Splitter and didn't put it away.
Every hair on his body stood on end, his nerves stretched to their limit.
Zhou Che looked at him, then at the two headless corpses on the floor.
After a long pause, he said, "Two Martial Kings, one slash."
Lin Feng said nothing.
"The speed of your