However, Ye Qingfeng indeed doesn't resemble an immortal; he is more like a demon from hell, a God of Kill!
Everyone only saw that White Sword, not controlled by anyone, just hovering in the air, directly pointing at Jian Shou.
"You, you are simply too much, aren't you afraid," Jian Shou shouted in fear.
"Say one more word, and you die!" Ye Qingfeng said coldly, having no mood to waste words with this old man.
Jian Shou didn't dare to speak; a middle-aged man stood up, somewhat defiantly shouting, "How dare you treat Fourth Uncle this way, this is our Jian Family, you..."
Swish!
Ye Qingfeng's flying sword moved, instantly slashing across that man's throat.
One sword to seal the throat, the blood hadn't even had time to spurt out before the man died.
Murder!
He truly committed murder!
Suddenly, everyone in the conference hall was stunned; they were frightened by Ye Qingfeng's words but didn't expect him to actually dare to kill someone just like that.
