C650 He Was Still the God of Death

Are you done speaking?

That simple, calm phrase sent a shiver down the blond young man's spine as if he had plummeted into an icy abyss. His eyes widened in terror, and just as he was about to scream, a chilling snap of breaking bones echoed through the hall.

With a crisp 'crack,' Ming Ying crushed the young man's neck and tossed his body aside as if it were a dead dog