The air temperature dropped to absolute zero.
"Shut up," Wangchen whispered.
The Princess recoiled, startled by the sudden wave of killing intent. "What did you say to me?"
"I said," Wangchen looked up. His eyes were no longer dark. They were glowing with a faint, demonic red light deep within the iris. The frost on the bamboo turned into jagged spikes of ice. "Shut your mouth. Before I freeze it shut permanently."
[System Alert: Blackening Value: 88%... 90%!]
[Villain Status: Unstable. Ice Spirit Root resonating with Killing Intent.]
"You dare threaten me?!" The Princess shrieked, hiding behind her guards. "Kill him! Teach this slave a lesson! Break his legs!"
The four guards, all Foundation Establishment cultivators, drew their weapons and charged.
Wangchen didn't retreat. He drew Winter's Sigh.
'She insulted Him. She called Him trash? When the real trash here is herself? How dare she?!'
The voice in his head was screaming.
