Yue Xiaofei's voice was quiet, almost calm.
But to the Old Witch, that calm voice was even more terrifying than the world-shattering sword energy from moments before.
Her entire body trembled like the last dead leaf in an autumn wind.
The icy killing intent radiating from Yue Xiaofei, mingled with the scents of blood and gun smoke, enveloped her like an invisible net, making even breathing difficult.
"You... you..."
The Old Witch's lips quivered. She wanted to say something, but she could not force out a single word.
The eloquence she took such pride in, that tongue capable of twisting right into wrong, was utterly useless in the face of absolute terror of death.
She stared into Yue Xiaofei's eyes.
There was no anger, no hatred, not even the slightest flicker of emotion.
Only deathly stillness!
They were like a frozen, bottomless abyss. One glance made her feel as though her soul would freeze and be sucked inside, never to escape.
She was afraid.
Truly afraid!
This young man possessed a domineering ruthlessness far beyond his years!
Yue Xiaofei could not be bothered to waste another word. He grabbed the Old Witch by her hair.
"Aaaah!"
The searing pain in her scalp drew a piercing scream from the Old Witch.
Yue Xiaofei ignored her screams. Tightening his grip, he dragged her away from the armored car toward the center of the battlefield like a dead dog.
The hard ground scraped ugly trails across her expensive, bespoke suit.
She struggled desperately, clawing wildly with both hands and kicking against the ground, trying to break free of Yue Xiaofei's grip.
"Let go of me! You devil! Let go!"
"I'm the Female Chancellor! You can't treat me like this! You're provoking a war!"
Her voice was shrill and grating, filled with terror and