"State Preceptor, spare my life!"
"State Preceptor, it was His Majesty who asked me to..."
Chu Zheng's pleas for mercy were cut short after only a half sentence when they were abruptly silenced by National Master Cheng Yuxiao, pinching his head to explosion. The nascent Primordial Spirit forming within had also been completely incinerated by a thread of crimson flame in the palm of the Great Chen Imperial Master, leaving not a trace behind!
Though nothing was interrogated, National Master Cheng Yuxiao knew everything.
With a face of steel-blue, Cheng Yuxiao simply remained silent for a moment before softly saying, "Clear the area."
Xu Jin understood the meaning of the State Preceptor: no one involved, no one present, was to be spared.
The State Preceptor just stood in place, flicking his finger effortlessly, and with each flick, a head burst open.
The same went for Xu Jin.
