"He died at the age of forty-two!"
Those words slipped lightly from Yue Feng's lips, yet they struck every heart in the square with crushing force.
Dead silence!
Utter, absolute silence!
Third Master Du and the Azure Alliance's surviving thugs felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads, freezing the blood in their veins.
That was no threat.
It was a sentence!
A god's final judgment on a mortal's fate!
Yue Xiaofei, Bai Bing, and the family heads of the Ten Great Financial Conglomerates froze for a moment, then felt an indescribable fervor surge through their chests.
Domineering!
This was true dominance, looking down upon the entire world!
The Asura Hall commanders behind Yue Feng, however, looked as though this was only natural.
To them, whatever the Hall Master said was inviolable law, an unalterable truth of this world.
If the Hall Master said someone would die, that person had to die.
An eerie silence fell over the other end of the call as well.
Several long seconds passed.
"Ha... hahaha!"
A burst of utterly deranged laughter erupted from the phone's speaker, shrill and piercing.
"Good, good, good! Yue Feng, was it? Very good!"
Young Master Zhong's voice twisted with the viciousness of a man laughing in fury.
"In all these years, you're the first person who's dared speak to me like that! Do you have a death wish?"
"Who do you think you are? Your father, Yue Changlong, was so impressive back when he commanded the Ironblood Division! But with a single word from me, didn't he still have to strip off his uniform and get the hell out of Longdu?"
"If even he ended up like that, how dare a piece of trash abandoned by Bureau 7 bark at me?"