Taiping King rose to her feet and walked toward Zhenjiang King, a cold smile touching her lips. "I'm sorry, but it looks like this little game of house we've been playing has to end here."
Zhenjiang King's face twisted in a ferocious snarl. He roared in fury, "Taiping King, you'll die a miserable death! The other Martial Kings will never let you get away with this! Just you wait, they'll tear you to pieces!"
SWISH!
A palm-sized Golden Saber shot from Taiping King's sleeve, piercing through Zhenjiang King's skull and taking a spray of blood and brains with it.
Zhenjiang King was dead.
The hall fell deathly silent.
No one could believe their eyes.
Zhenjiang King was dead, and at the hands of one of his own people.
Taiping King faced the crowd and declared, "Listen to me, all of you. I killed Zhenjiang King. It has nothing to do with Lin Han!"
"If any of you dare to walk out that door and spout nonsense, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Now, get out!"
A warning.
