The void froze, imprisoning Xiao Hen in place along with it.
Xu Zimo reached out and, beneath Xiao Hen's horrified gaze, gently pinched the broad blade in his hands.
With just that light pinch, two deep fingerprints appeared on the blade.
Xiao Hen's body began trembling uncontrollably.
"Why insist on throwing your life away?" Xu Zimo murmured to himself.
Xiao Hen wanted to speak, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth.
Xu Zimo reached out, fiercely seized his neck, and dragged him out of the frozen void.
Like a fish leaving a dried-up riverbed, he gasped deeply again and again.
Xiao Hen began screaming desperately.
"You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"
"Why not?" Xu Zimo asked teasingly.
"My brother is Xiao Tian, one of the Nine Ghost Sons," Xiao Hen hurriedly replied.
"Do you know what the Nine Ghost Sons represent? They are the heirs who will take over the Nine Ghosts in the future."
"I don't know, and I don't want to," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
"I only know that you are about to die."
He lightly squeezed with his right hand, and Xiao Hen's neck immediately caved in.
Xiao Hen struggled to breathe, his eyes rolling white as he was on the verge of convulsing to death.
"Why must Your Excellency be so cruel, so determined to put someone to death?" At that moment, a voice rang out from above.
Then, the void around Xu Zimo shattered, and an enormous Ghost Head emerged from within.
It surged toward Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo waved his hand and placed Xiao Hen in front of himself.
That Ghost Head was quite troublesome. It actually split into two and changed direction, encircling Xu Zimo from the left and right.
Xu Zimo waved his hand, and