"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Hahahahaha...
Zhang Yiran laughed up to the sky, his voice echoing throughout the sect!
With a collected laugh, Zhang Yiran stepped forward, raised his right hand, forming a knife shape, and pressed the edge of his palm against his own neck: "Come!"
The entire venue fell silent, everyone stared at the Great Elder's finger.
With a single stroke from this finger, the head of the arrogant official before them would surely fall.
Usually, the sect dared not execute an official so brazenly, but it depended on the situation; the Seven Sects have already formed an alliance, and a battle with the Su Thief is inevitable. If they are to kill then, why not now? What difference does it make?
But the Great Elder did not act, he only stared intently at Zhang Yiran.
