C107 From Today Onwards Mister will be Revered in the North

"No!" Terror etched on his face, Zhang Quandan pleaded for mercy.

Lee Xuan shook his head, flicked his finger, and a streak of green light flashed by. A beam of light effortlessly pierced Zhang Quandan's skull, entering through his eye sockets and exiting the back of his head, leaving behind a neat, smooth hole without a single drop of blood—his death mirroring that of Zhou Zitong's