The calm tone gives a feeling of looking down upon the world, just like an emperor in ancient times holding the power of life and death, deciding the life of others with a single word!
Ye Xunhuan took a deep breath: "A fine head indeed, if you have the skill, come and take it!"
The monarch, as if he had already predicted that Ye Xunhuan would not commit suicide, showed no signs of surprise on his face, maintaining his usual calmness!
"In that case, let me send you on your way!"
As he spoke, the monarch suddenly waved his right hand, and a sharp blade appeared in his hand.
Condensing Qi into a blade!
The monarch had no intention of joking with Ye Xunhuan, nor did he intend to give him any chance to breathe, directly condensing Qi into a blade, aiming to kill Ye Xunhuan as quickly as possible!
Once the monarch held the long knife firmly, he swiftly swung it out!
"Swish!"
