On the celestial platform, the roaring night wind could not move the stagnant atmosphere.
Chairman Beihai, a man in his fifties with a stout build and gray stubble, held the blood-soaked and unconsciously lying Beihai Boss, sweat dripping from his forehead.
People surrounded him, some facing him.
Someone spoke.
"Kill her!
"Directly kill her, lest others be transformed into puppets!"
Someone spoke.
"Absolutely no!
"She has protected Beihai too many times!"
Someone spoke.
"The Ancient Immortal Master has issued an ultimatum to me, she must be killed!
"She is the heir of the Linjian Holy Land!"
Someone spoke.
"Within ten breaths, if I don't kill her, the ancient immortal will turn me into a puppet!
"Do it, Chairman, preserve a useful life!"
All present felt the ancient immortal's gaze emerge deep within their eyes, a mixture of mocking, grim, or fierce voices!
Each ancient immortal was filled with the desire to attack, to kill this Beihai Boss!
