"The kid collided with me, so I killed him without any effort. You should blame him for being too weak," Bram replied calmly, his voice smooth and full of ridicule, as if the entire matter was a trivial joke not worth serious consideration.
The hall's heavy atmosphere thickened with tension at his words.
The cold, unyielding certainty many in the hall shit a bit, but none dared challenge him aloud.
"Sixth Prince, I'm going to give you the Vernal Dawn royal family some face. Don't be too presumptuous. This is the Azure Origin Dao Sect, not your Vernal Dawn Dynasty!" Lyralei's voice cut through the murmurs like a blade, clear and frosty.
Her icy tone bore the weight of her imperial stature, commanding respect and warning against arrogance. She stood, a living statue of authority, every eye drawn irresistibly to her commanding presence.
