"Looking for death!"
(Young Master of Fate)
A chill killing intent erupted around Zhao Linchuan in an instant. He flicked a finger, and a tiny golden streak of light shot from his fingertip, moving faster than the eye could follow. Like Teleportation, it plunged into the center of Xue Beng's forehead!
"Uh..." The arrogance, greed, and lust on Xue Beng's face froze in place.
He felt a chill in the center of his forehead, as if something had burrowed inside. Then an indescribable emptiness and numbness swept through his body, as if his soul had been instantly ripped away.
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to shout something, but found he couldn't even make a sound. His thoughts sank into a quagmire, swiftly growing sluggish and blank.
Then, in the very next instant, his already frail, feeble soul was stirred by that golden streak of light and vanished without a sound, utterly consumed like a snowflake under the blazing sun.
The light in Xue Beng's eyes quickly faded, leaving them hollow and vacant. His body swayed, then toppled backward like a puppet with its strings cut. He hit the ground with a thud and made no further sound.
From the moment Zhao Linchuan struck to the moment Xue Beng died, barely a breath had passed.
The fourth prince of the Heaven Dou Empire had not even had time to feel much pain before his soul was scattered and his body left an empty shell.
Yan Lingji released Zhao Linchuan's arm and walked over to Xue Beng's corpse. Looking down at it, she clicked her tongue twice and shook her head with a playful sigh.
"My, my... Looks like my little brother is quite 'possessive'~."
Zhao Linchuan glanced at the corpse on the ground, his expression indifferent, as if he had