Qiu Yun looked coldly at that elder who's sweat was trickling down like rain, as a malicious glint flashed by his eyes.
"So what you are saying is that we, the elite of the Upper Realm are not comparable to the people of the Night Regime?" Qiu Yun's tone was extremely cold.
That elder quickly replied in defence: "Your subordinate does not mean this! Your subordinate..."
Before the elder could even finish his words, the figure of Qiu Yun disappeared from the throne without a trace. A cold light flashed through the hall and in an instant, that elder lay in a pool of blood before he could even make any noise. His throat had been cut by a sharp blade and his head fell off cleanly.The polished marble floor was instantly stained with fresh crimson blood.
